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chef_chocobro) wrote2024-09-21 02:58 pm
chef_chocobro) wrote2024-09-21 02:58 pm
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That Not-At-All Abandoned but Unrepentantly Creepy Mansion in the Woods; Saturday Afternoon [09/21].
Ignis had been mildly surprised when the Stewart came and interrupted his work in the training room to let him know that he had a visitor. Frowning, wiping some sweat from his brow and taking a moment to make his hair somewhat decent, he checked his phone to see if there were any messages from Gladio or Prompto (there wasn't), leaving him with no choice but to ask, "Well, what do they want?"
"It's Summer Smith, sir," the steward dutifully informed him, "saying she's brought you a gift."
Ignis groaned and considered having the steward tell her he was unavailable, but he'd known Summer long enough to know that such a claim would hardly dissuade her.
He was absolutely making her wait until he'd had a moment to clean up a bit, though.
"Ignis!" The greeting was bright and loud and far too excited, exactly as he'd expect.
"Summer." The response was tight and clipped and like he had a stick up his ass, exactly as she'd expect, but that didn't bring her down at all. If anything, she amped up the excitement as he held up the gift in question and gave it a little demonstrative shake.
"I brought you
some rose! From the trip we took in Stark's class yesterday!"
"Last I knew," Ignis pointed out, since that shake was not lost on him, "rose doesn't rattle, Summer."
"It's special rose!" she said. "Come on! Let's pop one of these bubblies open! It's been a hot minute! We can catch up! I can ask about why you haven't done anything with that ri--"
"Don't," Ignis cut her off sharply, sighing and wondering if there was any rum jelly beans, too, as he massage his temple and then moved inside, gesturing her in. "But alright. Let's try your...rose, but we'll talk about anything else. Deal?"
"No deal," Summer insisted brightly, but was still bouncing in after him, "but I promise I won't needle you too much. Just a little needling! As a treat!"
[[ look, i was BORED AT WORK today. It has been literally a million years since that happened. Dumb brain flotsam is inevitable. So, anyway, open post is definitely open ]]
"It's Summer Smith, sir," the steward dutifully informed him, "saying she's brought you a gift."
Ignis groaned and considered having the steward tell her he was unavailable, but he'd known Summer long enough to know that such a claim would hardly dissuade her.
He was absolutely making her wait until he'd had a moment to clean up a bit, though.
"Ignis!" The greeting was bright and loud and far too excited, exactly as he'd expect.
"Summer." The response was tight and clipped and like he had a stick up his ass, exactly as she'd expect, but that didn't bring her down at all. If anything, she amped up the excitement as he held up the gift in question and gave it a little demonstrative shake.
"I brought you
some rose! From the trip we took in Stark's class yesterday!"
"Last I knew," Ignis pointed out, since that shake was not lost on him, "rose doesn't rattle, Summer."
"It's special rose!" she said. "Come on! Let's pop one of these bubblies open! It's been a hot minute! We can catch up! I can ask about why you haven't done anything with that ri--"
"Don't," Ignis cut her off sharply, sighing and wondering if there was any rum jelly beans, too, as he massage his temple and then moved inside, gesturing her in. "But alright. Let's try your...rose, but we'll talk about anything else. Deal?"
"No deal," Summer insisted brightly, but was still bouncing in after him, "but I promise I won't needle you too much. Just a little needling! As a treat!"
[[ look, i was BORED AT WORK today. It has been literally a million years since that happened. Dumb brain flotsam is inevitable. So, anyway, open post is definitely open ]]