Noctis Fury: Open
Noctis felt like he was in a cage and he didn’t like it. He hated it but he didn’t show it. He knew there were people watching him, he could feel it, and he wasn’t going to give them any kind of clue as to what was going on. The weredragon was laying on the floor with his arms behind his back letting out little puffs of smoke up into the air to distract himself from how... small and tight everything felt. He had tried the door once he had been forced into the room and found he wasn’t able to open it. It wasn’t opened Noctis couldn’t open a door. That little fact also annoyed him. But of course he didn’t let on what he was feeling. He was hoping if no one found him interesting then no one would buy him and he would be able to go back home.
Noctis wasn’t dumb enough to have that much hope in the situation but he had to think of something.