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Well. They had been warned.
Ignis was starting to feel that he really did not give Summer enough credit about her acumen for these sorts of things, but, in his defense, it was easy to be a little skeptical about the voracity of something she'd described delicately as 'horny pollen', especially when his own colleague had insisted that it really wasn't 'all that bad.'
He could tell by the way that Prompto was expressing even more frustration than usual with his mobile phone game that his colleague's memory on this particular event had not served him well. Not all that bad, indeed.
( Cut for...essentially playing with myself. (*cough*) )
And then waited until he was certain Prompto had stomped far down the hallway if not out of the building entirely before letting out a long, long breath of relief that he felt like he'd been holding for a very long time, felt the own rush of something like a blush creep into his face now that he was alone, and he shook his head, loosening one of the buttons of his shirt, and feeling it really was a shame there appeared to be nothing on the market at the moment for an antihistamine against sex pollen specifically.
Still, he had to admit, this was excellent practice in keeping his cool under the most trying of circumstances...
[[ open door, open office, open post! my head is sometimes a very magical place ]]
Ignis was starting to feel that he really did not give Summer enough credit about her acumen for these sorts of things, but, in his defense, it was easy to be a little skeptical about the voracity of something she'd described delicately as 'horny pollen', especially when his own colleague had insisted that it really wasn't 'all that bad.'
He could tell by the way that Prompto was expressing even more frustration than usual with his mobile phone game that his colleague's memory on this particular event had not served him well. Not all that bad, indeed.
( Cut for...essentially playing with myself. (*cough*) )
And then waited until he was certain Prompto had stomped far down the hallway if not out of the building entirely before letting out a long, long breath of relief that he felt like he'd been holding for a very long time, felt the own rush of something like a blush creep into his face now that he was alone, and he shook his head, loosening one of the buttons of his shirt, and feeling it really was a shame there appeared to be nothing on the market at the moment for an antihistamine against sex pollen specifically.
Still, he had to admit, this was excellent practice in keeping his cool under the most trying of circumstances...
[[ open door, open office, open post! my head is sometimes a very magical place ]]
