#having a panic attack

Nox, who is now eighteen years old: is preparing for his Official Coming of Age Gala thing that he hates but it’s traditional so he Has To.

Also Nox: Is hoping fervently Nothing Dramatic Happens because he just wants to get through this as quickly as possible and then go back to bed.

Bahamut, Eos’s Biggest Drama Queen: >:)))

Nox: “Bahamut NO.”

Bahamut, Descending Dramatically From The Heavens™ with the rest of the Astrals on his heels to loom over the Citadel rooftop gala in front of All the Nobles, All the Servants, Regis and Co, Noctis and Co, Nox, and the Television Crews Broadcasting Live across the nation: “Step forward, Eldest Child of the Father, and receive your Royal Appellation.”

Nox, stepping forward only because if he flips off the Astrals right now in front of Basically The Entire World his dad will have a Literal Heart Attack: “What. Now.”

Bahamut, enjoying Every Second Of His Petty Revenge while his fellow Astrals secretly roll their eyes in amusement: “In accordance with the Laws of Our Star and the Wisdom of the Six, you are proclaimed the Recusant. He Who Defies and Denies.”

Nox, already aware of the audience having mental meltdowns and taking the “defies and denies” part all the wrong ways: “....I hate you.”

Bahamut, The World’s Second Biggest Troll (behind Ardyn, who is snickering in the background): “You desire a different appellation?” >:)

Nox, knowing a trap when he hears one and also seeing Ramuh and Shiva subtly but frantically shaking their heads in warning: “.....No. Honored Draconian. I wouldn’t dream of questioning the choices of the Six.” Just murdering you in your sleep you old smoke-snorter.

Bahamut, fully Smug and Aware of How Badly Nox Wants To Stab Him: Sweeps off Dramatically™ into the skies while the other Astrals just casually disappear into the ether, leaving Nox to deal with the fallout.

Axis, who knows his king well enough to read his looks and preemptively grabbing Nox’s arms: “Nox, do not go and pick a fight with the Astrals. Do not.”