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That morning when Ignis woke up had been (quite thankfully) markedly different, and not just because he had been the one that wound up sleeping on the couch after a signficant bit of awkwardness when his and Prompto's little games of tempting fate and the potency of this whole pollen nonsense had gone...a bit too far. Things were definitely going to be a bit awkward at the so-called 'office' on Monday.
It hadn't gone far, or anything like that, before it was decided that it should be called a night and in seperate spaces and perhaps Prompto would need the more private of the two option. He took Ignis's room, Ignis took the couch, Ignis was up ridiculously early, which was par for the course, and noticed the difference in the air (and in his own flesh) immediately. Got up, freshened up a bit, made himself some coffee, and decided to make himself sparse in the likely event that Prompto would need a bit more time to himself.
Coffee in hand, then, he made his way out to a nice spot along the beach where he might contemplate the events of the last few days (and, really, he'd only experienced a small slice of it! Woe to those who had been dealing with it since the very beginning of the week!) and how perhaps he might be a little more willing to take warnings volleyed at him by Summer and Seivarden a bit more seriously in the future. Still, it was an interesting experience, and it made him thoughtful as he sipped his coffee and looked out at the incoming day and the ocean waves.
Peaceful. Calm. Reflective. Practically perfect, really. Which, of course, meant it was all about to be spoiled.
( Bet you can't guess what happens under the cut! )
[[ and the post is definitely open! ]]
It hadn't gone far, or anything like that, before it was decided that it should be called a night and in seperate spaces and perhaps Prompto would need the more private of the two option. He took Ignis's room, Ignis took the couch, Ignis was up ridiculously early, which was par for the course, and noticed the difference in the air (and in his own flesh) immediately. Got up, freshened up a bit, made himself some coffee, and decided to make himself sparse in the likely event that Prompto would need a bit more time to himself.
Coffee in hand, then, he made his way out to a nice spot along the beach where he might contemplate the events of the last few days (and, really, he'd only experienced a small slice of it! Woe to those who had been dealing with it since the very beginning of the week!) and how perhaps he might be a little more willing to take warnings volleyed at him by Summer and Seivarden a bit more seriously in the future. Still, it was an interesting experience, and it made him thoughtful as he sipped his coffee and looked out at the incoming day and the ocean waves.
Peaceful. Calm. Reflective. Practically perfect, really. Which, of course, meant it was all about to be spoiled.
( Bet you can't guess what happens under the cut! )
[[ and the post is definitely open! ]]
