[There's more that he wants to say. If anything, so the other doesn't think that he's pissed, or anything like that. Far more- but the idea of doing so is something he can't get behind. Because what, not five minutes ago he got the idea of doing something like that?
Yeah, he can't trust his ideas. So he'll pass on that.
He lets himself out of the kitchen, moving through the living area and up the stairs to check on his sister. And what would you know- when he knocks there's no answer. So he knocks again. And finally lets himself inside- only to see her sprawled across her bed, asleep. Must've been later than he thought.
It's the least he can do to nudge her awake enough to move her actually under the covers. So he's a little while. Just until she's dropped off again.
Finally, he comes down the stairs and re-joins the other.]
Didn't realize how late it was. She was flat out, so I put her to bed.
[In the meantime Ignis sets the dishes and puts them in a neat order on the counter. A generous amount is being prepared for Gladio to match his appetite.
When he's done he leans his hips against the counter with a sigh, checking his phone. It's late. Later than he thought. Well, that happens when he's spending time in the Amicitia household, isn't it? Worth it all. Even with Gladio being cheeky. Maybe it worth it because of that.
Damn it, Scientia, get a hold of yourself, he sighs, taking off his glasses to rub at his eyes a bit tired. He looks up though, as Gladio returns.]
Oh, of course. [He smiles, putting his glasses back on. Poor Iris, even with the revenge in motion, Ignis truly hopes nothing ever happens to her again that would make her feel this way.] She had a hard day after all, too.
[So Ignis turns to take some cutlery and offer them to Gladio.] It's the two of us then?
[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?
[Ignis is always trying to keep Gladio's diet in mind, all the time. He also checks on with his father about it. He tries to tell himself it's out of consideration, taking that he has to take care of Noctis, which meant that everyone connected to him is also Ignis' responsibility. His shield, too. It's easy to stick to that.]
Oh my, I wonder what should I wear. [He smiles' too, thinking about Iris and how her presence always brings joy to him. Must be an Amicitia thing, he wonders.] I'm glad she sounds fine, however.
[Ignis takes his own cutlery and takes his plate to walk with it to the living room. Though he stops as Gladio talks.]
It's not what you make me feel. [He remarks quietly, maybe a bit serious. He's just telling the truth after all.] So you don't have to apologize to me.
[Perhaps it's Ignis' close relationship with Noctis that means that can be used as his excuse so readily. He's aware it's only slightly true. And of course, he's much more direct about things. Maybe it's the fact he wasn't as close to the prince? Close enough to get knifed in the face on his behalf, sure. But even that wasn't as close as Ignis was to him.
But whatever. Even if an excuse is needed, it's fine. Because it's Ignis, it's fine.]
Something hot. [For his benefit, of course. But If asked, he'd probably quip it would be to make her forget all about Noct.]
Yeah, she's strong. She told me she didn't deck that brat herself because she figured it'd bring shame on the lot of us.
[He follows Ignis, stopping too.]
Yeah. But, if it's anything else... I won't push you. I might need a smack every now and again, but yeah. You get it.
Now, that's a given. [Ignis assures. He knows his own worth, after all. It's also a default option when Gladio is around after all.] She has grown a lot, you must be proud of her.
[He actually smiles a little at what Gladio says. Again.]
I get it. And maybe, just like you need a smack, I need a push once in a while. [He sends a look at Gladio then, before goes to have a seat at the dining table.] I'll let you know when to truly say sorry to me.
[Damn right. To both of those things. He nods, unable to hide his own smile when he speaks of her.]
Yeah. Don't get me wrong, you still got to watch out for what she pulls sometimes. [Like having Noct's number, for one. That was devious. But she wouldn't call him. Not after he warned her off.] But she's really gonna be something when she grows up, Iggy. She's strong, and she's smart.
[And! He follows, taking a seat opposite the other. Before he eats, he listens. What Ignis says is always thought on. And even if he acts like he's brushing it off, he's not.]
Alright. If you let me know when I need to say sorry, I'll not try and run for it when I piss you off. Agreed?
[There are a few things that can make Gladio appear even hotter more appealing, and one of those things when he was talking about Iris. The way he smiles, the way his whole being just lights up, it's truly something magnificent, and something Ignis will always appreciates. It's partly the reason Ignis also swore to be there for Iris, no matter what.] A family trait, as I noticed.
[With a smile then, he looks down at his plate.]
Agreed. Also, find relief in the fact that even if you ran, I'd find you. [Smile.]
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[There's more that he wants to say. If anything, so the other doesn't think that he's pissed, or anything like that. Far more- but the idea of doing so is something he can't get behind. Because what, not five minutes ago he got the idea of doing something like that?
Yeah, he can't trust his ideas. So he'll pass on that.
He lets himself out of the kitchen, moving through the living area and up the stairs to check on his sister. And what would you know- when he knocks there's no answer. So he knocks again. And finally lets himself inside- only to see her sprawled across her bed, asleep. Must've been later than he thought.
It's the least he can do to nudge her awake enough to move her actually under the covers. So he's a little while. Just until she's dropped off again.
Finally, he comes down the stairs and re-joins the other.]
Didn't realize how late it was. She was flat out, so I put her to bed.
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When he's done he leans his hips against the counter with a sigh, checking his phone. It's late. Later than he thought. Well, that happens when he's spending time in the Amicitia household, isn't it? Worth it all. Even with Gladio being cheeky. Maybe it worth it because of that.
Damn it, Scientia, get a hold of yourself, he sighs, taking off his glasses to rub at his eyes a bit tired. He looks up though, as Gladio returns.]
Oh, of course. [He smiles, putting his glasses back on. Poor Iris, even with the revenge in motion, Ignis truly hopes nothing ever happens to her again that would make her feel this way.] She had a hard day after all, too.
[So Ignis turns to take some cutlery and offer them to Gladio.] It's the two of us then?
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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?
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Oh my, I wonder what should I wear. [He smiles' too, thinking about Iris and how her presence always brings joy to him. Must be an Amicitia thing, he wonders.] I'm glad she sounds fine, however.
[Ignis takes his own cutlery and takes his plate to walk with it to the living room. Though he stops as Gladio talks.]
It's not what you make me feel. [He remarks quietly, maybe a bit serious. He's just telling the truth after all.] So you don't have to apologize to me.
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But whatever. Even if an excuse is needed, it's fine. Because it's Ignis, it's fine.]
Something hot. [For his benefit, of course. But If asked, he'd probably quip it would be to make her forget all about Noct.]
Yeah, she's strong. She told me she didn't deck that brat herself because she figured it'd bring shame on the lot of us.
[He follows Ignis, stopping too.]
Yeah. But, if it's anything else... I won't push you. I might need a smack every now and again, but yeah. You get it.
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[He actually smiles a little at what Gladio says. Again.]
I get it. And maybe, just like you need a smack, I need a push once in a while. [He sends a look at Gladio then, before goes to have a seat at the dining table.] I'll let you know when to truly say sorry to me.
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Yeah. Don't get me wrong, you still got to watch out for what she pulls sometimes. [Like having Noct's number, for one. That was devious. But she wouldn't call him. Not after he warned her off.] But she's really gonna be something when she grows up, Iggy. She's strong, and she's smart.
[And! He follows, taking a seat opposite the other. Before he eats, he listens. What Ignis says is always thought on. And even if he acts like he's brushing it off, he's not.]
Alright. If you let me know when I need to say sorry, I'll not try and run for it when I piss you off. Agreed?
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hottermore appealing, and one of those things when he was talking about Iris. The way he smiles, the way his whole being just lights up, it's truly something magnificent, and something Ignis will always appreciates. It's partly the reason Ignis also swore to be there for Iris, no matter what.] A family trait, as I noticed.[With a smile then, he looks down at his plate.]
Agreed. Also, find relief in the fact that even if you ran, I'd find you. [Smile.]