[Maybe once Noct's settled again he'll invest in one because this time around he's going to invest himself in his Karp Squad full time.

But he's got to get his bearings again and figure out where he wants to set his roots first.]

Nine. [That's a lot of whales.] Is there a breeder that works here or are there rescues as well?

[He can't help but be curious about it; he hadn't gotten to explore this side of the world when he was here last time and there's a lot that he didn't get to experience. Conservation efforts were one of them.

Following Armin with Carbuncle on his heels, and still trying to adjust the wetsuit a bit because good god is it tight, Noct's gaze sweeps over the room as they enter before honing in on the tank itself--

and those eight Wailmer that appear.

The prince's face breaks into a grin as they all start calling out to them, glancing down at Carbuncle as the Espeon twills out a greeting to them excitedly.]

It's almost like they recognize you, Armin. [Teasing tone is teasing because of course they do.] I thought you said there were eight?