[ Nut in hand, half-consumed, Noctis stares down at the tablecloth with pure condemnation in shockingly blue eyes. Yellow has a place in the world, sure. In some games... in anime. In decoration, though? It feels muddy and depressing, and his distaste only grows.

All while he unknowingly leans ever-so-slightly closer to Sylvain, hovering distinctly nearer to his shoulder than he was previously. These are dark fucking times. ]

Maa... If I knew what the crest for this place was or any of the insignias for the town, maybe I'd be able to start with something. But like this...

[ His head lifts, turning to meet that expectant gaze with his own apathetic one. ]

... what the hell is a horse?