[These young people these days have the weirdest taste they would say. Thankfully Ignis is sure that even if they were spied on the info wouldn't leave far. Taken the old man was a servant of the Citadel, they know how to keep some secrets.
Ignis moves to find his place on Gladio's lap, once again with some heat in his cheeks. He leans against him, sighing again at just how warm he is, feeling it already affecting his limbs. So much better than a blanket. Though on the other hand it reminds him that he should have gotten some coffee, because this warmth is making him overly comfortable.]
Offices so out of the city? [Ignis muses quietly, placing his hands on Gladio's arms.]
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Date: 2019-03-28 11:35 pm (UTC)Ignis moves to find his place on Gladio's lap, once again with some heat in his cheeks. He leans against him, sighing again at just how warm he is, feeling it already affecting his limbs. So much better than a blanket. Though on the other hand it reminds him that he should have gotten some coffee, because this warmth is making him overly comfortable.]
Offices so out of the city? [Ignis muses quietly, placing his hands on Gladio's arms.]
Happy White Day Gladio.