[Action; Fourth Wall]

[fabrecation]

LUKE FON FABRE is mostly just trying to get back home, as is tradition for days such as this. Having spent a good while in Luceti, he can't really be too weirded out anymore, even if he still gets irritated by the big crowd. He mostly just dodges people as much as he can, looks at all the new faces, and maybe looks for familiar one as well. Luceti sure never fails to get weirder and weirder...

TEDDY ALTMAN, however, has never seen this before, so he'll either be walking along the paths and watching people curiously, taking the opportunity to aid people who seem too lost, or be flying up in the air once he's fed up with the New York-style crowd, just wondering what's going on. It didn't seem to be the season for new people, and they seemed different, all lacking wings. Yet a few were familiar, a few were interesting, and a few seemed hopelessly confused, so he might end up touching down and poking at them.




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[depressedude]

[Hey there Luke it's your best buddy ever Noct!!]

[He's also having some trouble navigating through all the people -- oh god why are there so many -- but when he spots Luke having similar troubles, he decides to be a ~nice person~ and shove some of the people away with a scowl.]

[...that seems to scare some of them off, so hey, the road is a little more clear now! And then he looks back to Luke. He's smiling, just a bit, so he's probably not Sync...]

Didn't expect to see you again.

[fabrecation]

[There's always that ice in his chest when he sees Sync. He remembers every horrible thing he's done, what he did to Asch, to Guy, to himself, how he now has an ugly scar that will never go away thanks to all of that.

But the fact that Sync's smiling at him, not jeering or smirking...

No, this isn't Sync. The ice in Luke's chest melts away, relief taking its place instead, and he smiles back, and happily so.]

Noct? Noct, it's you, right?

[depressedude]

Nice to see someone here still remembers me. How long has it been this time? A year?