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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 Second Interruption.
What was happening?
Re: The Second Interruption.
First and foremost: "Iggy! Give her space, let her go!"
Even if she was already lunging away, Ignis would have liked to have said that such a directive was unnecessary, but that would be false, because when Liliana started to push herself away, his first instinct was to reach for her and pull her back in what would feel like a terrible mirror of actions taken that morning, which seemed, by now, like it had been ages ago.
But he did move, crawling backward from all of it, and it was a good thing, too, because now Gladio could focus his attention on pulling Stark away from Liliana, and holding Liliana back away from Stark, with a very helpful bellow of "Break it up, you two!"
He was getting this distinct feeling that help had gone right out the door a while ago.
Re: The Second Interruption.
On the plus side, she looked much better. Still absolutely awful, but no longer literally dying.
Re: The Second Interruption.
"I didn't push and I wasn't trying to kill you," he managed to gasp out. "You were already going!"
Re: The Second Interruption.
Re: The Second Interruption.
Gladio, meanwhile, while keeping himself firmly between Stark and Liliana, reached down to pick up Stark's mask and hand it to him with one hand while the other still held Liliana at bay. He was carefully observing them both to look beyond the initial shock and confusion and rage bouncing between them.
"Stark," he said, "I think you should go."
And, after a moment, turned him toward the door to usher him toward it. "Come on."
Re: The Second Interruption.
"What did she do?" he asked. "It hurts."
Everything hurt right now. His head, his heart, his body. His shoulders sagged as he shuffled toward the door.