“That almost sounds like a threat,” Noctis can’t help but joke a little, he hadn’t lost his sense of humor. Even if - as Tsukasa had rightly observed - he’s a little shaken from having just died and all. It might take a little bit of adjusting after all of that.

Noctis took his hand and firmly shook it. No matter his privileged background, which Tsukasa rightly guessed - the king’s hand was roughly calloused from swords, lances, fire-flasks, and the occasional break to hold a fishing rod. They weren’t the smooth hands of a spoiled politician. “It’s really good to meet you, too. I’d be glad to fish again with you sometime - or, maybe, if there’s a game arcade around here …?”