White Day stargazing

[houseofscientia]

Thank you for agreeing to humor me, on very short notice, too.

[Ignis starts as he opens the door of the car for Gladio. If he may appear sheepish it's because of Gladio's imagination. Certainly.

While Ignis could arrange a perfect day for their Valentine's Day date, he seemed to have less luck with their White Day date. He started the arrangement just like usual and it was going well, because he's learned to manipulate his schedules how he wanted, but there are still things he can't count in. People are whimsical, people get sick, others also want to go on dates... probably. So even with weeks long of arranging, Ignis' plans collapsed right on White Day. He hoped to have a clear afternoon to bring Gladio to that bookshop he found, then check out a pastry place he heard good things about, but all that had to be put on hold for the day due to emergency meetings, and some last minute hold-up with Noctis.

Or so Ignis has thought.

Maybe it won't exactly be a full blown date like they planned, but maybe he can still save the day. So he tried if Gladio is still available at the evening and thankfully he said yes.]

And I apologize it has to be like this...

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[houseofscientia]

[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.]

Happy White Day Gladio.

[blkwings]

[Who's going to listen to a servant, anyway. That's his mindset as he takes Ignis into his lap, already getting warm fuzzies. He can't help it. In size and shape, Ignis is perfect. Tall enough to feel significant against him, lithe enough to not make him uncomfortable. It's a good weight, and one that he attempts to get on him as often as possible.

But the best thing, (and something he might have worked out while Ignis has been asleep...) is if he angles his head just so, he can brush his lips against the curve of his ear, just where his smell is nicest, and not breathe grossly down it. So he does.

...And he enjoys it. Lots. He keeps his voice low, to not startle him.]

I don't know. Could be for accountants. Or something boring, like that.

[He smiles, half-laughing.]

Or you never know. We might be sitting on some kind of really weird place. Like some organized crime headquarters. Or something like that.

[houseofscientia]

[The place is nice, yes, but his seat is nicer, Ignis can't help to think. His ears go pink at the softest touch of lips too. He relaxes into Gladio's hold, wondering if this isn't why he wanted to meet today. To just. Get away. To have someone joke to him about organized crime, to have someone look at the same sky as him. Even if just for the shortest time. It will be enough. It has to be enough.]

Accountants are doing important work, Gladio. [Ignis sighs, reaching up to run his hand over Gladio's stubbly jaw absently. Though he can't hide his amusement at them sitting around somewhere slightly dangerous.]

Why else would they keep an old building like this if not to hide something, right? [He smiles, loving how close Gladio's voice sounds. He can feel it against his back, too. Almost like inside his body even.] And now we're part of the scheme.