Think you might have better luck fighting whatever's out here.
[ And he might give the faintest sound of a chuckle at that, shaking his head as they go. Regardless of whether or not she's capable of taking care of herself, he's not about to let anything happen to her and so he keeps himself on his toes as they go, the neverending darkness a hindrance in way of keeping watch. Nothing he can't handle at least. Or so he tells himself. ]
From what I've gathered, there's not a whole lot in the way of things to hunt or grow here, is there?
Agreed. But perhaps if he doesn't know what we are feeding him...
[ Does he catch her drift? She smiles at him again before turning her gaze back out into the darkness. It's easy to navigate into the forest, where spirits dart to and fro, peering at them from behind trees. ]
No, unfortunately. If we are still able to get supplies, I would like to put in a request for seeds for fruits and vegetables. That way, this cannot happen again.
[ He glances to her as they go, though comes to look away from her when he hears... something. It's... faint but familiar? At least it seems that way. Staring off into the darkness around them, he swipes his tongue over his lower lip before he looks back to Luna. ]
[ Even as he explains himself to her, he can't help but glance off around them again. Watching. Wondering. Hand itching to take hold of his dagger. It could just be his imagination? Yeah, that's it, right? But he knows better than to brush off anything, especially when surrounded by so much darkness. ]
[ It's Lunafreya's turn to frown out into the darkness, eyes narrowing as she scans the area and finds... nothing but the usual darkness and gloom that surrounds them. ]
I think it's safe, I neither see nor hear anything suspicious.
[ Can he even say things are "back to normal" considering where they are? The darkness remains, Annabelle still sits on the porch, they're all still stuck here and dead with no means for an escape to some better version of an afterlife. The hallucinations have come to an end, there's that much at least. But this is nothing considered normal or good and while it's been about a month since Nyx has arrived here (and nearly drowned on a sinking ferry), he still can't quite find himself feeling comfortable here.
He's stretched out on the couch, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose with a near empty bottle of beer set down on the floor next to him. It's been a time. It's been an adjustment. Having people to live with who weren't even part of his team has been something he's been getting used to. It's not bad, but there's been things that he's been informed of which he'd rather not get involved in, even if there's some part of him that's somewhat curious about it. But on top of that, the hallucinations had given him the voices of his sister, of the King (Regis), and even of Glauca himself and Nyx has just felt... tired since it's ended. If something like this can happen so easily, how is he to ensure Noctis, Ignis, Prompto, and Luna are all kept safe? He can warp, sure, but it's not like he can be in four places at once, nevermind any others here who might need help.
So when he catches sight of movement in the darkness, he squints, trying to have his eyes adjust with the help of his lantern flickering away beside him on the floor and he swears that he catches sight of blond hair and he's pretty damn sure Prompto doesn't wear what looks like a dress. ]
I'd say it's dark out there and ask where you're going but it's always dark around here.
[ This is as normal as it's going to get. At the very least,they are surrounded by pretty decent people. Not only from their own world but from other worlds as well. Luna has spent a decent amount of time away from the house for these reasons as of late; she's been very busy healing the very same man who caused the ferry incident. She's been tending to other things, of course, and generally just trying to stay out of everyone's way.
She's been trying to sort through personal things too, of course; and for the last few evenings she's been busy sneaking out at all hours of the night. Tonight is no exception to that rule. She's about to head out, basket in hand, though she's not making any sort of attempt to avoid the poor man trying to lounge on the couch.
She wasn't going to say anything, not wanting to disturb his peace. But he speaks, and she pauses mid-step. Where is she going, hm? ]
Oh, good evening, Nyx. Ah... I am going out to meet a friend.
[ That much isn't true. She's done with Crowley for today. ]
[ Nyx doesn't make it a habit of policing everyone in the house and what it is they do. He feels a loyalty to Noctis - to them - it's true and he still remains a Glaive even within this afterlife they've found themselves in; he wants to ensure all of them are kept safe under his watch. But he knows everyone has their lives. Everyone has their things they need to do here and sometimes a person just needs a bit of time to themselves. Sometimes certain persons need time to themselves and so it's why he stares to Luna in the dark, arm tucked behind his head; he knows she's been ducking out a little more than usual as of late. ]
A friend.
[ He says that back, not so sure he believes her and comes to pull himself up onto the couch, sitting up. ]
[ She knows that he knows that she's not being totally honest here. But really, if she were to tell him 'Oh I just feel like taking a walk for the eighth time today for personal reasons' that just sounds silly. She turns towards him fully, blinking at his words and quickly shaking her head. Even if she were telling the truth and if she wanted to drag Crowley or Aziraphale back here, she wouldn't kick Nyx out. ]
A friend, yes. But I don't plan on bringing him here, and even if I did, I would love for you to meet him. He is very kind, though he tries to pretend that he isn't.
[ He's not really sure why he feels something at the so-called revelation of who she (supposedly) is heading out to meet. But there is and he raises a brow, teeth dragging over his lip. ]
Him, huh?
[ Kissing his teeth, he gives a slight shake of his head and grunts some as he pulls himself off the couch, reaching down for the near empty beer bottle which he finishes off with a quick gulp. ]
Well, don't let me keep him waiting for you.
[ At that, he stands, the neck of the bottle gently held between his fingers as he pads his way off for the kitchen in his bare feet, clearing his throat as he goes to set the bottle on the counter. ]
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