[ Whatever Sebastian was expecting out of his day, maybe getting his arm grabbed hurriedly by someone he's barely ever spoken to in order to get jerked back away from a crashed hover bike wasn't part of it. No regrets. ]
Don't "oh, my" me. Are you even listening? There's still spores all over it. [ He's guiding him further away, more in line with the row of bushes where Noctis has been taking shelter for some time now... that is, until he gets distracted. By staring at Sebastian himself. ]
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Don't "oh, my" me. Are you even listening? There's still spores all over it. [ He's guiding him further away, more in line with the row of bushes where Noctis has been taking shelter for some time now... that is, until he gets distracted. By staring at Sebastian himself. ]
... your hair.