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Sitting at his desk, in this office that had become remarkably familiar to him over these last few months, Ignis sat back for a moment, took off his glasses, and had to rub his eyes a little bit, partly in frustration, partly because he felt they were about to gloss over from the documents he'd been pouring over on his computer screen. He was terribly distracted at the moment, which didn't help things, because it was very clear to him, from the goings-on about Insomnia and around Lucis in general, not to mention Nina (excuse him, Aine's) extended worked there and her subsequent return here in general, that something was going on under the surface. And while the notion was clear, nothing else about it was. Where he sat now, he could not figure out the exact shape of it, and Ignis was a man who didn't even need glasses, but wore them anyway, because he preferred to keep things as clear as absolutely possible.
Rubbing his eyes didn't seem to do enough, as his hand traveled up to rub his forehead a little, too, as if he could knead out a building headache. He should focus on what they were going to do for his class tomorrow, but all he could think about was something the king had said to him this past week, when Ignis had proposed that perhaps he should be spending less time in Fandom.
I couldn't be more proud of what you've done for Noctis, Ignis. You've done a fine job. But I can't help wondering if it isn't time for you both to become familiar with a bit more indepedence.
How could Regis say something like that and not expect Ignis to try and break it down into its various potential interpretations and try to figure out exactly what the deeper meaning in those words could possibly be? The man was clearly at work at something, with comments like that, and everything with Nina, but Ignis felt perfectly blind as to what it might be. All the while combatting with a part of himself that felt it was obviously not his right to know.
But, yes, let us put all that aside so that he might focus on cupcake lessons...
[[ open door, open office! ]]
Rubbing his eyes didn't seem to do enough, as his hand traveled up to rub his forehead a little, too, as if he could knead out a building headache. He should focus on what they were going to do for his class tomorrow, but all he could think about was something the king had said to him this past week, when Ignis had proposed that perhaps he should be spending less time in Fandom.
I couldn't be more proud of what you've done for Noctis, Ignis. You've done a fine job. But I can't help wondering if it isn't time for you both to become familiar with a bit more indepedence.
How could Regis say something like that and not expect Ignis to try and break it down into its various potential interpretations and try to figure out exactly what the deeper meaning in those words could possibly be? The man was clearly at work at something, with comments like that, and everything with Nina, but Ignis felt perfectly blind as to what it might be. All the while combatting with a part of himself that felt it was obviously not his right to know.
But, yes, let us put all that aside so that he might focus on cupcake lessons...
[[ open door, open office! ]]
