Voicemail.

[chef_chocobro]

"You have reached the voicemail of Ingis Scientia. I am unavailable to take your call at this moment, but if you would please leave a message, I will assuredly get back to you as soon as possible."

**BEEEEEEP**

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[chef_chocobro]

Hear it? At this point, Ignis could feel it.

"I quite suspect," he said, "that I'll barely get a moment's peace without your...generous assistance at this point. And surely there are far less treacherous reasons to make that arduous trek than to rescue from the ignominious fate of drowning..."

[deathsmajesty]

"If you were to come all the way out here," she said, and he could hear her rising up out of the water, "for whatever reason, I would simply have to insist you stay. It's dreadfully late for you, after all."

A pause, while she wrapped herself in a thick and comfortable towel. "You'll forgive me if I continue my rude and uncouth behavior, I hope. Because I'm not exactly dressed." A pause. "For company, I mean."

Or, you know. At all.

[chef_chocobro]

And that had Ignis rising off the bed, with the fumbles of attempting to do something that he was used to having both hands for and not holding a phone evident in the light sounds of his movements. "I'd be quite the hypocrite if I didn't," he stated. "Someone going about, making visits to people at such hours of the night is hardly a paragon of good manners."

[deathsmajesty]

"Be that as it may, I can say with absolute certainty that it'll be a pleasure to have you," she purred, the same tone of voice as when she'd been offering the chair or the table. "...Again."

At least she was still just letting tone and teasing carry her meaning. As opposed to skipping right over to using words.

Very.

Explicit.

Words.

[chef_chocobro]

There was a sharp intake of air.

"Should I bring anything?" Because they may be being terribly uncouth at the moment, but he was still Ignis.

[deathsmajesty]

"An appetite," she said, because the joke was right there and worked on a number of levels.

Otherwise...

"Just you."

[chef_chocobro]

"Well, then, it shouldn't take me too much longer, then."

In fact, there was a good chance it was going to be somewhat quicker than it usually might have been.

[deathsmajesty]

"Then I'll be waiting," she said, followed by a sharp gasp and a low shiver. "Warming up. I've heard that's important before...physical exertion."

Another gasp. "Feel free to come right up when you arrive."

She said, though by the time he did make it to her place, she'd be waiting by the door.