Viewing Party 2 - R3: THE RE-CRY-ENING

[misanthropicprinciple]

We got castmates. We got clues. We got crap to bitch about. They get a library? And a LAUNDRY MACHINE?

Welcome, murderfam... TO THE R3 LIVEWATCH.

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[motherfucking_ghost]

[He is here. Because he's not going to make people report anything to him or come grab him if something happens, no, he has to face this. Like Ardyn. At the very least he has to be here for Ardyn's sake. And of course he notices. But...not...entirely 100% sure what it's about. Ardyn rarely ever does shame, after all.]

You know what would make all this better? Booze. We could even invent a season four drinking game at some point.

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn produced a half-empty cinnamon hangover in a bottle from the Armiger, casually pouring some into his coffee before handing it over.]

I left some in the kitchen, but certainly not everything.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Have I told you what a beautiful soul you are?

Man, I know it's been said, but I can't believe that's the Chosen Kid. Less kid, more...embracing his good family genes, I guess.

[scourgingstars]

I neglected to acknowledge ten years passed in the process. He's less of a child than I may have implied.

[motherfucking_ghost]

He'd still a kid. Even if he looks my outward age. When he's scruffy. Sans scruff, it really takes a couple years off. He'll always be the Chosen Kid, though. He'll just have to get used to being the royal baby.

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn glanced to Church out of the corner of his eye as Noctis started talking about his age, taking a drink of his now very much spiked coffee.]

You're all absurdly young to me. My standards are different.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Look. It's all relative, and some of us are probably gonna start lying about our ages anyway.

...How you holding up?

[scourgingstars]

I'm quite fine, for now. [Just not looking at the screen. Normal.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Mmmm booze sure seemed like a real good idea, yep. Yep. Just. Gonna let that sit for a few moments, almost like he's not going to say anything.]

There's no real point in watching him if you're not gonna watch him.

[scourgingstars]

I don't have to be staring at him to be paying attention.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Is it just--is it weird facing him, even if he's not here?

[scourgingstars]

...That's part of it, I suppose.

[motherfucking_ghost]

[It takes a while yet, but a little squinting at Noctis, a little squinting at Ardyn, back and forth...]

Trying not to punch out the screen?

[scourgingstars]

...

[boy he should've put a lot more in this coffee he is too sober for this]

It's not that obvious. I think.

[motherfucking_ghost]

No. No, it's just... [He's not gonna say it in front of people. But. This is someone that knows more or less what Izunia looks like.]

I mean, fuck, you didn't punch him out before when you clearly probably could've. It shouldn't be weird now.

[scourgingstars]

I also had two thousand years' insanity between myself and any recollection of that at the time.

[Ardyn shrugged; godsdamned memory loss had gone and complicated everything.]

It's not that important.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You really ought to stop saying that, man.

[scourgingstars]

It's not. There's no reason to let it be more than mildly annoying.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah, well, since when do emotions listen to reason?

[scourgingstars]

[A shrug.]

I'm certainly no expert on the matter.

[motherfucking_ghost]

...Hey. I'm here, if you need.

And booze is here if you need.

No reason you can't need both.

[scourgingstars]

I told you, I'm fine.

[...he said, begrudgingly leaning on Church's shoulder while Luscinia hopped down to perch on his leg instead.]

The bloodline has a terrible sense of humor, producing someone that looks like that two thousand years later.

[motherfucking_ghost]

We can blame it all on fucked up godly-ordained prophecy bullshit.

[scourgingstars]

That would not surprise me in the least.