[ While waiting for the text back, Ignis goes back to work. There's not much else he can really do anyway; if he's going to sit around he may as well be useful, right? It's mindless to go through the paperwork he was sorting, and then when that's finished, he opens up another bottle for the two of them. If he wasn't sure it would be a terrible idea, he'd ask Noctis to come over here. As it is a terrible idea, Ignis keeps to what he has, listening to Luna's babbling idly.
Already, his phone is beeping with notifications about comments, requests for interviews, a thousand other things. He sends them off to his assistant, along with an apology because he knows this is going to be a nightmare to deal with and earmarks certain ones they may want to consider. The romance card isn't a bad one to play - it's not the wrong one, either. Ignis approves the commentary they suggest from him, tweaking a few items and then his phone is plucked from his hand by Octavia.
We're going to eat and then you'll head back, she orders, no room for arguing. Ignis doesn't bother to try; she's right. The cooks prepare a meal and Ignis eats almost mechanically, phone vibrating in his pocket but it's not an emergency tone or Noctis' so he leaves it. When Noctis finally does text back, Ignis is borderline concerned but also understands the situation. ]
You know me well enough to know I would watch. And his wife will appreciate it more than he will, which will do wonders in smoothing all of this over, but yes. You'll get to deal with him tomorrow, I'm afraid.
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Already, his phone is beeping with notifications about comments, requests for interviews, a thousand other things. He sends them off to his assistant, along with an apology because he knows this is going to be a nightmare to deal with and earmarks certain ones they may want to consider. The romance card isn't a bad one to play - it's not the wrong one, either. Ignis approves the commentary they suggest from him, tweaking a few items and then his phone is plucked from his hand by Octavia.
We're going to eat and then you'll head back, she orders, no room for arguing. Ignis doesn't bother to try; she's right. The cooks prepare a meal and Ignis eats almost mechanically, phone vibrating in his pocket but it's not an emergency tone or Noctis' so he leaves it. When Noctis finally does text back, Ignis is borderline concerned but also understands the situation. ]
You know me well enough to know I would watch. And his wife will appreciate it more than he will, which will do wonders in smoothing all of this over, but yes. You'll get to deal with him tomorrow, I'm afraid.
How are you feeling?