[Ignis just watches as Gladio gets to work for a bit. As if to check if he needs help, but of course he doesn't. It's not that anyway. So Ignis also takes a pot and starts heating the oil, spicing it, then dumping the meat in it when it's ready.
And there is the 'light' touch on his waist. As if any touch or closeness of Gladio would be light to him. The man could just look into his general direction and Ignis would feel it more than punch in the gut.
He sighs and he actually moves into that touch, just 'lightly'.]
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And there is the 'light' touch on his waist. As if any touch or closeness of Gladio would be light to him. The man could just look into his general direction and Ignis would feel it more than punch in the gut.
He sighs and he actually moves into that touch, just 'lightly'.]
Aren't you getting cheeky tonight?