[Considering either Clarus or Cor were always by his father's side, he didn't want to take the chance of making it seem like he'd forgotten royal protocol. If it had just been Gladio or any other guard or attendant, he wouldn't have cared. He puts a hand over the receiver to mutter an explanation to Prompto—]
Clarus or Cor are almost always there with him before nightfall.
[—which is literally the only reason he so much as slips out of his normal informal speech. Either one could tell Gladio to up the intensity of his training, if not take over for a day themselves. It looks like he's about to say something more when he stops, listening to the two converse.]
I would have you and Gladiolus escort my son and his friend to the chocobo post in Duscae. Consider it a part of the young Amicitia's training as the Shield of the Future King.
[There is something more there that is unsaid, but very much apparent between the two men and the son: Regis was as nervous about allowing his son out of the city as the son was to request it of him after what occurred all those years ago.
Noct kept the hand over the receiver until he's spoken to again, glancing at Prompto.]
Sounds like he doesn't want a repeat of last time.
[He'll tell Prompto about it later, if he doesn't realize it already. They had been elementary school at the time, and neither had really talked to each other then.]
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Clarus or Cor are almost always there with him before nightfall.
[—which is literally the only reason he so much as slips out of his normal informal speech. Either one could tell Gladio to up the intensity of his training, if not take over for a day themselves. It looks like he's about to say something more when he stops, listening to the two converse.]
I would have you and Gladiolus escort my son and his friend to the chocobo post in Duscae. Consider it a part of the young Amicitia's training as the Shield of the Future King.
[There is something more there that is unsaid, but very much apparent between the two men and the son: Regis was as nervous about allowing his son out of the city as the son was to request it of him after what occurred all those years ago.
Noct kept the hand over the receiver until he's spoken to again, glancing at Prompto.]
Sounds like he doesn't want a repeat of last time.
[He'll tell Prompto about it later, if he doesn't realize it already. They had been elementary school at the time, and neither had really talked to each other then.]