[ Luna starts hiccuping the moment the conference finally begins and Ignis waves off Octavia rising to handle it himself. Changing her takes no time at all and when he's finished, he walks around the room listening to the questions, bouncing Luna gently. Better than drinking, though he's only had a few sips of his second glass.
In his head, he answers the questions himself, Six, no, unless you count cramming into a tent or sleeping in the car, why is it your business, and yes, I'm so sorry.. Noctis stays to the talking points he's been delivered, and while it doesn't go smoothly, it does proceed far less awfully than it could have. Still, announcing an affair on TV is one thing, but one so sordid means that the speculation is going to triple into something else, a whole other beast they have to confront.
It's when Noctis looks into the camera and starts speaking that Ignis freezes, eyes fixing on Octavia's. Oh, Heron is absolutely going to love this, Octavia breathes, both of them well aware that the press secretary is entirely competent, and a good man, one they'd trust with that position but also, he doesn't like them going that far off of script. Ignis rolls his eyes to the ceiling, bouncing Luna idly.
Your father, he sighs, Luna laughing happily and groping for his glasses. If you're half as stubborn as he is, we're all going to have our work cut out for us. Octavia reaches out to take her for him and he deposits the baby into her lap instead, settling back in his chair to watch rather than just listening. He does look every inch the king. He's impossibly handsome and earnest, regretful at the right points. It goes better than he could have hoped despite the mess of it but when his phone starts ringing he knows that there's still hell to pay. One call turns into two, then three, and by the time he's finished the meeting is over and they're televising everything, picking it apart piece by piece.
Sinking back into the chair, Ignis thumbs a message to Noctis, not sure if he's going to have time for a call. ]
That certainly could have gone worse, though the vultures did pick quite a bit. I missed the last part, unfortunately, as Heron wanted to know if I had anything to do with the deviation, but I think he knew as well as I did that you were bound to be noble despite the script.
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In his head, he answers the questions himself, Six, no, unless you count cramming into a tent or sleeping in the car, why is it your business, and yes, I'm so sorry.. Noctis stays to the talking points he's been delivered, and while it doesn't go smoothly, it does proceed far less awfully than it could have. Still, announcing an affair on TV is one thing, but one so sordid means that the speculation is going to triple into something else, a whole other beast they have to confront.
It's when Noctis looks into the camera and starts speaking that Ignis freezes, eyes fixing on Octavia's. Oh, Heron is absolutely going to love this, Octavia breathes, both of them well aware that the press secretary is entirely competent, and a good man, one they'd trust with that position but also, he doesn't like them going that far off of script. Ignis rolls his eyes to the ceiling, bouncing Luna idly.
Your father, he sighs, Luna laughing happily and groping for his glasses. If you're half as stubborn as he is, we're all going to have our work cut out for us. Octavia reaches out to take her for him and he deposits the baby into her lap instead, settling back in his chair to watch rather than just listening. He does look every inch the king. He's impossibly handsome and earnest, regretful at the right points. It goes better than he could have hoped despite the mess of it but when his phone starts ringing he knows that there's still hell to pay. One call turns into two, then three, and by the time he's finished the meeting is over and they're televising everything, picking it apart piece by piece.
Sinking back into the chair, Ignis thumbs a message to Noctis, not sure if he's going to have time for a call. ]
That certainly could have gone worse, though the vultures did pick quite a bit. I missed the last part, unfortunately, as Heron wanted to know if I had anything to do with the deviation, but I think he knew as well as I did that you were bound to be noble despite the script.