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ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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I kept my partying to Friday and Saturday when I was in university.

[Ros don't fucking lie you went to like four parties and all of them at the insistence of your hotass roommate, don't act like you're a damn expert.]

You aren't the one who needs to be apologizing.

[NOCT.]

But I think the shame he'll feel tomorrow will be punishment enough. That, or the hangover. He had twelve drinks. He doesn't even know of what.

Odd, you don't strike me as the type who partied all that often in your university years. But what do I know?

[But god.]

Twelve? How has his body not revolted by now?

[aka thrown the hell up]

I don't know, but I shan't a gift horse in the mouth. He didn't do it in my car and that's all I was truly worried about.

[I mean, alcohol poisoning too, that was a fear, but mostly her car. ONE FEAR, ARDYN]

He'll be in class tomorrow, though. You can count on that.

[How very motherly of you, Ros]

And how will you make certain of that?

Because he-- Noctis, I swear if you don't sit down--

[There is. Some scuffling.]

What could you possibly have to say to him!

[Oh boy. Scuffling. What could this possibly be.]

It's fine, Rosalind. Let me speak with him.

[ Noctis keeps getting up for something and forgetting what. Which isn't doing him any favors because he keeps nearly falling over every time. The last time Rosalind scolds him, he scoffs and collapses on the couch. ]

S'my phone. I'm good with my choices.

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where did my notif go? a mystery

you're back now

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just like noct

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