[It was considerate of Ignis to do that, with the portions. Gladio half wondered, sometimes, if the other man had already worked out what he should eat, shouldn't eat, and the amounts of which he had to intake for his training to work the best it could. He knew it for himself of course.
He'd more or less been on a strict regimen combined with his training since he'd become a teenager. So strict, in fact, that with anyone else he insisted on doing it himself rather than explain the ins and outs of what was enough to make most people just question why.
...But Ignis never had questioned why. Or ever needed it explained. Or even rose an eyebrow, really. It was like Ignis just knew- and as with all things, he didn't have to ask, he just did. And he never, ever got things wrong. Even something like this. Even should Gladio decide to check (which he wouldn't) he'd see that what sort of ratio of meat to plant to carb there was, he'd find it perfect.
But. Gratitude and how wonderful Ignis was aside. Iris.]
Yeah, just us. And yeah, she did. But she said sorry for being a brat. And she said the next time you're here, she'll make it upto you. Whatever that means. Maybe she'll take you on a date instead of me.
[A small, actually quite affectionate, smile. And as he starts to eat, leaning over the counter, playing with his food a little as he speaks.]
Hey. Sorry about before. I do things without thinking sometimes. Didn't mean to make you feel like I was rushing you, or anything like that. We'll do this at your speed, yeah?
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He'd more or less been on a strict regimen combined with his training since he'd become a teenager. So strict, in fact, that with anyone else he insisted on doing it himself rather than explain the ins and outs of what was enough to make most people just question why.
...But Ignis never had questioned why. Or ever needed it explained. Or even rose an eyebrow, really. It was like Ignis just knew- and as with all things, he didn't have to ask, he just did. And he never, ever got things wrong. Even something like this. Even should Gladio decide to check (which he wouldn't) he'd see that what sort of ratio of meat to plant to carb there was, he'd find it perfect.
But. Gratitude
and how wonderful Ignis wasaside. Iris.]Yeah, just us. And yeah, she did. But she said sorry for being a brat. And she said the next time you're here, she'll make it upto you. Whatever that means. Maybe she'll take you on a date instead of me.
[A small, actually quite affectionate, smile. And as he starts to eat, leaning over the counter, playing with his food a little as he speaks.]
Hey. Sorry about before. I do things without thinking sometimes. Didn't mean to make you feel like I was rushing you, or anything like that. We'll do this at your speed, yeah?