( working and spending the rest of his time in the Wilde has always served Steak pretty well, but he quite literally exists to do such things. without them, well... he would sleep, a lot. boredom weighs heavy on him, and quickly, too.
but Steak doubts that his life will ever come to that. humans will always need help, and much like Tierra, Aefenglom seems to have the constant threat of things which need disposing hovering over its head. )
Yep. ( though, now, with his day behind him, he's facing the question of what to do with himself, and— ) Where are you going?
( there's a curiosity in his tone, a question of do you want some company rather than why are you leaving this house, as Steak's pet scurries into his hair and settles on top of his head, staring bright-eyed at Noctis. )
[He's not attempting to deflect; he really has no particular plan for where he's going or what exactly he's doing, just that he wants to get out of the house and wander.
His eyes are drawn to the slight movement on Steak's head and glances up there curiously-ah, it's a rat...or maybe a mouse? Noctis doesn't really know the difference.]
Just need to stretch my legs for a while. Wanna come?
( rats are bigger, Steak thinks. well, that's what Everett told him it was, so he'll go with that. )
Sure.
( sure he's been out and about all day, but Steak appreciates being kept busy, even with idle things like a walk. stillness easily makes him tired, too bored without something to occupy his mind. )
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i mean. same. but time isn't real, we're fine.
but Steak doubts that his life will ever come to that. humans will always need help, and much like Tierra, Aefenglom seems to have the constant threat of things which need disposing hovering over its head. )
Yep. ( though, now, with his day behind him, he's facing the question of what to do with himself, and— ) Where are you going?
( there's a curiosity in his tone, a question of do you want some company rather than why are you leaving this house, as Steak's pet scurries into his hair and settles on top of his head, staring bright-eyed at Noctis. )
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[He's not attempting to deflect; he really has no particular plan for where he's going or what exactly he's doing, just that he wants to get out of the house and wander.
His eyes are drawn to the slight movement on Steak's head and glances up there curiously-ah, it's a rat...or maybe a mouse? Noctis doesn't really know the difference.]
Just need to stretch my legs for a while. Wanna come?
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Sure.
( sure he's been out and about all day, but Steak appreciates being kept busy, even with idle things like a walk. stillness easily makes him tired, too bored without something to occupy his mind. )
How about down by the river?