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chef_chocobro) wrote2022-01-27 06:35 am
chef_chocobro) wrote2022-01-27 06:35 am
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Office Hours; Office #27; Thursday [01/06].
Dinner with Shane last night had gone exceptionally well, and having come back to the island a little early for it meant that Ignis had a rare moment of having the Fandom apartment all to himself that morning, which he definitely took advantage of before heading over to his office for a bit of a later start to his day there. As he settled in to work on some minor details and potential changes to his lesson plans for his class tomorrow, his phone vibrated with a notification.
He frowned at it, almost is if he could tell from the vibration alone that it was not going to be terribly good news, and picked it up to confirm a news alert from Lestallum, detailing and speculating on some recent Empire activity in the area, specifically around the Disc of Cauthess.
"Well," he murmured, clearly to himself, since he was the only one there, as he started to pull up more resources to investigate further, "that doesn't bode well..."
And, as these things usually did, he was about to find himself down quite the rabbit hole of checking in with various points of contact to find out more about exactly what might be happening and just how worried he should be about this.
So much for those lesson plans...
[[ door and office hours are open! ]]
He frowned at it, almost is if he could tell from the vibration alone that it was not going to be terribly good news, and picked it up to confirm a news alert from Lestallum, detailing and speculating on some recent Empire activity in the area, specifically around the Disc of Cauthess.
"Well," he murmured, clearly to himself, since he was the only one there, as he started to pull up more resources to investigate further, "that doesn't bode well..."
And, as these things usually did, he was about to find himself down quite the rabbit hole of checking in with various points of contact to find out more about exactly what might be happening and just how worried he should be about this.
So much for those lesson plans...
[[ door and office hours are open! ]]
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He grinned at that and he took another sip and then he paused, “I …I …liked making dinner last night,” he said softly and then he didn’t think that was quite what he meant to say, “I mean …I …I liked last night …er…” wow that can of ebony was suddenly really fascinating as he looked down at it.
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Ignis grinned faintly as he waited to see if there was anything else Shane wanted to add, then brought in his response before he lost the man's attention to a can of coffee.
"I rather enjoyed it as well," he said. "But that hardly comes as a surprise, when the quality of the company surpasses even the quality of the food."
And that wasn't just empty flattery, either. For one thing, Ignis didn't bother wasting his time with such things, and, for another, he'd been there at the start of last semester's class. The level of improvement was downright staggering.
Ceiling pork stains aside.
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Goose finally looked back up
now that the mun was free from coffee hell, he had started to turn rather pink.“Oh …um…I liked…sp…being …er…”
Seriously why was all of this so hard? He really didn’t want a repeat of Darkstar and Stingray but he really didn’t do well with emotions and talking about feelings.
“I mean…ialsolikedbeingwithyou,” apparently it wasn’t just a certain pyrokinetic who talked in a keysmash like that.
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And if Ignis thought Shane's awkwardness was absurdly and endearingly charming before, well...clearly, that had all been merely a warm-up, and he found himself smiling softly with perhaps just a small touch of wonderment. This sort of thing, after all, was actually fairly new to him, as well. It wasn't really that he'd never had the desire or interest...he just never really had the time or means to even so much as spare a thought towards any kind of...inclinations...
"Then we should do it again sometime," he suggested. "And I'll take my turn at the cooking."
Far less stress for poor Shane that way, especially considering the amount he was fumbling his way through at that moment.
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That would probably be the best for everyone involved, Goose was already a mess when it came to normal everyday situations and if he’d had to plan another dinner too soon, it might be too much for his nerves … and this was from a man who thought the best tactic to get away from an enemy armada was to pilot his ship straight at it as a means to escape.
“Um … I … er … I would like that,” he finally managed to get out and almost in a complete sentence this time. “I’d … I’d like that a lot,” his cheeks went even redder.
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Much to the detriment, no doubt, of Noctis's diet, but perhaps if he could prepare something in advance and task Gladio with the mission of ensuring the prince actually at that instead of giving into simply ordering pizza or something from the Crow's Nest...but even though it was just him and Gladio there now, Wednesday would ensure privacy. Gladio was quite the barfly on Thursdays, of course, but this spared them any awkwardness for when he did get home.
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He was definitely going to miss jello shots and seeing Summer on Wednesdays but somehow he thought Summer would actually approve that they were already planning a follow up dinner and that there were plans for more of them.
Goose would also be glad of privacy and a chance to avoid any such awkwardness, especially when he was already pretty awkward about everything already.