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chef_chocobro) wrote2023-10-07 01:18 pm
chef_chocobro) wrote2023-10-07 01:18 pm
MHA #18; Saturday Evening [10/07].
Even though it seemed like this week had provided copious examples of attempts to the contrary, it turned out that Ignis actually couldn't spend all his spare time with Liliana and would, in fact, spend time with other people, too. Well, with the other person he spent all of his spare time with. He certainly wouldn't want to overstay his welcome, and they were both clearly the sort of people who had lives beyond the blissful bubble of each other's company that they'd come to discover and had other things to do that day...
...Well, it seemed Liliana did, anyway. Ignis...had a make-up training session to attend to to appease his roommate, after which there was to be take-out because he was quite frankly a little exhausted and wanted to unwind a little with food made by someone else for a change and a glass of wine. And to at least make a marginal attempt to distract himself from wanting to be somewhere else and in different company again already.
No offense, of course, to Gladio.
"So," said Gladio from the couch, no doubt already leaving dusting of rice from his take-out container around where he sat, "what should I put on? Cooking shows to make you mad, or sports shows to make me mad?"
Okay, he took that back. Some offense to Gladio, after all.
[[ for those who know who they are and with some helpful little morsels of OCD like the rice Iggy'll find in the couch cushions later; CW for someone almost fucking dying ]]
...Well, it seemed Liliana did, anyway. Ignis...had a make-up training session to attend to to appease his roommate, after which there was to be take-out because he was quite frankly a little exhausted and wanted to unwind a little with food made by someone else for a change and a glass of wine. And to at least make a marginal attempt to distract himself from wanting to be somewhere else and in different company again already.
No offense, of course, to Gladio.
"So," said Gladio from the couch, no doubt already leaving dusting of rice from his take-out container around where he sat, "what should I put on? Cooking shows to make you mad, or sports shows to make me mad?"
Okay, he took that back. Some offense to Gladio, after all.
[[ for those who know who they are and with some helpful little morsels of OCD like the rice Iggy'll find in the couch cushions later; CW for someone almost fucking dying ]]
Re: The First Interruption.
Gladio drew in a bit of a steeling breath, his grunt this time a lot less likely to be passed off as anything else, shaking his head and feeling really glad that the rest of Ignis' instructions gave him a good excuse to head into the kitchen, while a desperate part of Ignis wanted to let out a very honest no, but he was steadily trying to convince himself otherwise.
"Yes," he breathed out, with a nod. "I think so. Unless you know better than either of us how to handle a situation like this, but, if that were the case, then I don't suspect you'd have needed to come here in the first place." And even though he looked up toward him again, he knew there were things he just couldn't convey with a glance, so he hoped he had sufficiently poured enough of how much he meant the next words into his tone. "Thank you, Marc."
"Yeah," no such gratitude from Gladio, just a sort of tight dismissiveness as he nudged Ignis in the shoulder to let him know he was handing him a glass of water, "thanks."
Re: The First Interruption.
"Don't worry about it," Marc said to Liliana
to make ping flow easier. "Catch me up on what the hell happened when you get a chance.And with that he headed out.
Re: The First Interruption.
*..shall rain...root of evil...annihilation...*
She leaned against Ignis, and that feeling he'd had before, of a texture that was neither scar nor tattoo but something of both. Only this time, the textures stay and they're everywhere.