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Yeah, well, that just means I don't have to hold back anymore.

[She gets a returning smirk. She's challenging the fishing king, now.]

And don't think I taught you all the tricks. Some things you'll have to learn by experience.

...You were holding back?

[ Whaaaaaaa--- okay, no, she guessed as much that he would, what with also giving her the handicap of allowing her to fish in a more RNG-friendly location. Otherwise it wouldn't make the little competition as fun.

Rather than be offended, though, she seems to view it as an opportunity. She'd like to see how he is when he puts all his skills into fishing.

..She'd like that a lot, she realizes, because he could let himself enjoy a hobby without any restraints of simultaneously teaching a novice fisher. She only has to get to that point to keep up with him. ] You’re leagues ahead of me.... I’ve got some catching up to do.

Was that a double pun?

[He scoffs faintly, taking it as such whether she meant it or not, and kicks over to the boat to heft himself back in. Once he's balanced and the boat seems stable enough, he reaches over to offer one hand to her if she needs an assist, the other braced on the seat to keep steady.]

Maaaybe. [ She giggles as she swims after him, taking the hand to help her onto the boat, giving him thanks for the assistance.

Stretching her arm as she parts from him, she glances over, and-- ]

N-...Noct. [ A laugh staggers out. ] —Your hair!

[ It's so flat. (Hers, too, because it’s usually so... fluffy. Now the length stretches to her shoulders.) ]

What?

[Noctis reaches a hand up to pat at it, searching for whatever must be in it now to get her laughing. Seaweed? A stray fishing lure? Where is it...!]

[ She steps over one of the fishing rods, hands linked being her back. ]

It’s flat! [ Flighty laugher punctuates her words. ] Like a mop!

[ ....Huh. His hair is longer than she thought it’d be, completely down, framing his face like that. ]

Wh- it is not, come on.

[Vainly he starts trying to wring the water out, as if that'll help. VR doesn't have his fancy water-resistant hair gel, unfortunately.]

Anyway, speak for yourself! You lost all your curlies.

[ She lifts a hand to her own head, brushing back more of her wet, matted hair as it drip upon her shoulders. She lifts one strand, then lets it go, allowing it to flop back onto her cheek like another leaf of seaweed. No natural floof here. ]

H-Honestly, [ She laughs through her nose, brushing away the seaweed again. ] your hair doesn't look bad. [ The "mop" bit had been at tease, but she doesn't know exactly how to describe it. It's shiner, sure, and maybe if he combed it a little it would almost like he's getting ready for some stately event. ] You could pull it off!

[ A pause. ]

Better than having a boot atop your head.

Hah. I'll leave that particular fashion to you, if you don't mind.

[He still fusses with his hair, though, trying to fix it as best as he can despite the style too hopelessly damp to stay in place. He hasn't left his hair down for a long time, actually... hard to imagine going back. He could just log out of the game and fix it, but it's the principle of the matter...!]

[ Her lips part with a silent breath as she watching him to continue to fuss with his hair.

She's noticed. Ignis, Prompto, Gladio, him... they all style their hair, perhaps even using the same products. She muses about just which of them he had learned how to do his, or if it was something they all did being part of the same culture. Obviously it's his preference to have it styled, but she can't help but wonder if he is slightly self-conscious having it down.

In reality, he still has his hair styled. In this VR, perhaps...

She steps up to him. ]

...May I?

[He blinks over at her, slowly lowering a hand.]

Huh?

[She wants to... style his hair? O...kay. That's new, but he doesn't stop her.

Oh, wait. It isn't that new after all- she'd done his hair the month (months, months) before, with the flowers. No wonder she's commenting about the length, as he'd cut the excess as soon as it stopped stubbornly growing.]

Sure, I guess.

[ She lifts her hand, movement quiet and expression thoughtful as she begins by brushing back a few locks of his bangs to the side. She can't accomplish much here, not without a comb or proper products, but she can at least make his hair a little more presentable. With a few more gentle, light strokes, her fingers begin to sculpt the way the dark strands frame his cheekbones and the back end of his jaw...

His hair is softer in reality, she recalls, even with all of that gel in it. But this-- this is fine, too.

With one final comb through his hair, causing a wave to it, she backs away as soon as she's done. ] ...There.

[ He really does wear this style well, too. She smiles. ]

[He squints, eyes lifting to see where his bangs have been shifted, hand returning to his hair to feel what she's done with it. It feels a bit strange to have it down like this. Like it's lighter and heavier at the same time. He's not too sure how to feel about it, but maybe something to consider if (or when) they run out of hair gel. Temporarily.]

Well? Look okay?

[Not like he can see it.]

[ There's also the issue that his hair is wet. It'd look better dried...

Anyways, that sounds like a perfect invitation to compliment him, and she speaks with a soft sincerity as she looks over the style he poses. ]

It looks nice on you. A little formal, but.. still, very nice.

[ Privately, she thinks to herself that he should wear it down more often. Pyra links her hands behind her. ] You're a handsome man, Noct.

[Oof. He shouldn't have asked, now he's embarrassed.]

You say things like that with such a straight face...

[Is this why Prompto gets so awkward when he talks to a pretty girl? Because it feels like this? He's not allowed to tease the poor guy anymore.]

And you say that as if you don't believe me. [ She insists with a brighter smile, angling her head just slightly to the side. ]

No, I definitely believe you.

[He believes she believes it, absolutely. And it's not like he thinks he's ugly or anything, he just has no idea what to say.

...Hm. Tit for tat?]

It's not always easy for a guy to accept a compliment like that from a beautiful woman, you know.

[ ......In the context of her unkempt, wet hair, and a sudden relay to her in that same “cool” tone he’s used before while adopting bravado, it sounds like he’s joking. He’ll have to be more sincere.

She appreciates the effort, however, and answers playfully in return. Really, she’s curious to see how far he can go while still sporting a blush. ]

What charisma! As if you just stepped off a chocobo in full knight’s armor! I’m flattered.

[One day he'll be good at this, surely. Apparently not today.]

Last time you did my hair it was to make me a dashing rogue, wasn't it? [HE... REMEMBERS THIS....] I'm taking that to heart.

[ Knight, rogue— It’s almost like she’s saying he can be just about anything over the course of months. It’s an overarching theme... Perhaps one she’s been too vague on trying to nurture.

Her expression softens. He mentioned he had his mother’s eyes. This hair style brings them out more, without them partially hiding beneath bangs. ] This style unveils your eyes. I like it. [ She murmurs, pauses, then begins again. ] But... not that much, if you do not. It’s up to you how you wish to be. Rogue or knight. Styled hair or loose hair.

[ This is why after complimenting his hair before, she had complimented him, himself. It’s Noctis. ] ...I do wish I had a mirror for you, though.

Yeah, I can't really tell like this.

[He fiddles with the bangs a bit, considering her words. His eyes, huh. He'd been doing his usual style for so long now that it's more natural for him, something he barely thought about; aesthetics were important, for his age but moreso his position, but... this isn't Lucis, or Insomnia. She'd said it before, but in a more general sense- here, he can do whatever he wants. With his hair, with his training, with his life. He could dye his hair blue and restyle it, he could become a proper game designer, or work at the zoo, or just be a couch potato. Live those dreams. Be whatever. The time he has left is his to spend, and no one can tell him otherwise. There's a sliver of freedom in that misery. Or a silver lining, as the saying goes.

After a moment he glances back at her, reaching out to give a loose lock of her wet hair a little flick.]

What made you cut yours?

[ She blinks as he leans in, flicking at one strand of her hair. Excess drips reach her cheek, but she smiles anyway at the gesture, finding it... fun. He doesn’t do things like that, usually. Not with her, at least. ]

Why do you ask...? Should I grow it out?

I could say the same thing to you- it's up to you, how you want to be.

[He shrugs, leaning over to twist the material of his shirt to drain some of the water out. Even in VR, no one likes soggy clothes.]

And I asked because I wanted to.

[ This topic is also... fragile for her, but she settles into a smile. She decides to sit down at this point upon the boat, patting to the seat next to her. They can chat and enjoy the peaceful fishing scenery together. ] Oh, you know how it goes... It was a symbolic way to move forward.

[ LIKE GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL--

No, it's not that, but she can find some amusement in making such a drastic change (such as constructing another self and body for themselves after what happened), if only because it's not so different to a human wanting to start anew. The form Pyra takes had been necessary to move on, to add an extra layer of protection against the world: another seal placed, imperfect, with what power she does have only what happens to leak through. The humor is private, but her smile is wry, and, of course, as bittersweet as it is reflective. And, as she's said before, I'm moving forward. The future is the only way in which to proceed. ]

[He sits with her, ignoring the silent menu asking if they'd like to play again, focusing on the open view on the opposite side. It's not like they can't afford to linger in the game as long as they want, even if the game is technically "over".

He can sympathize with the sentiment; it's one he's felt a few times in his life, needing a shake-up or a new environment to find his feet, determine his own place in the world. Moving out of the Citadel, or getting a job, or something as simple as a hairstyle like they're discussing now. Like announcing to the world, "look at me, I'm different." He is different now; he's changed, not to something unrecognizable but he can feel it every day, even if he's getting better and learning to live with it.

He glances sidelong at her, studying her expression instead of the scenery. He doesn't know what she's thinking of - he's pretty sure that he rarely does - but she gets it, and that's enough for him.]

You can do it again when we get back home, if you want. Show me then.

[Maybe this'll be the change he needs right now, and maybe he'll like it, but even if he doesn't that's okay too. He'd come out here with her to try, to take one more baby step forward, and he'd learned a few things about her at the same time. It's worth it for all of that.]

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