Re: Holding Pens
Noctis couldn't believe he was back in this hell hole again. After everything he had gone through with Sanji and Zoro, they had up and left him without even a goodbye, and he had been sent back to the auction house. That taught him to trust anyone but himself. He wasn't going to be doing that again. Ever.
He just needed to get out of here and back on the streets.
The weredragon was currently sitting in the corner of his pen, this time no guards stood by watching him because Noctis hadn't made an attempt at an escape. He was hurt and anrgy and just wasn't on top of his game at the moment. Sanji and Zoro leaving him hurt more than Noctis wanted to admit. So he sat there watching as people looking for slaves walked by. He wasn't even picking out easy target to pick pocket.