( Steak runs into Noctis — not quite literally, thankfully — on his way through the door, dressed in his usual armour, with a small rat on his shoulder (it's been almost a month, Steak thinks he's finally getting used to this having a pet business), and with the obvious flush of someone who's spent most of his day doing physical labour. or working out.
action, let's pretend i did this when i said i would and that i wasn't a mess
probably both.
that's besides the point though; ) Going out?