Noctis had just finished reading through the paperwork that had been on his desk for the past few days. He groans softly, leaning back in his chair as he shuts his eyes, rubbing his temples.

Noctis couldn't believe it — it was his birthday, and he was stuck inside doing boring King shit. Noctis sighs, grabbing the keys to the Regalia off of his desk and pulling out his phone.

"Hey, you." he says into the phone. "Get up. Get dressed. We're going out."