[ Noctis dismisses the staffers who are asking if he would like to have dinner brought up. The entire fiasco leaves him worn out and entirely bereft of appetite. There will be a bigger storm tomorrow, he knows -- but it has to blow up before it will fade into yesterday's news. As his aides buzz around outside the confines of his office, occasionally asking to enter to respectfully confirm something or another, Noctis sends down instructions to purchase the biggest fruit basket they can find and send them to the missus.
Ignis' words are reasuring, an island of calm in the storms that rage outside. He knows, too, that he's brought more than some trouble on Ignis, and some on the Nifleheim side of things (minimal, but still warranting a press release or another in the near future), and he sighs. He swears he's just spotted one of Ignis' principal secretaries running past together with a harried-looking public relations executive. So he must have sent down instructions of his own, too. ]
Like I've been dragged to hell and back. I'm not doing something like this again. Can you believe some idiot dared to actually ask if you were the one who seduced me into this. How are you? Octavia and Luna?
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Ignis' words are reasuring, an island of calm in the storms that rage outside. He knows, too, that he's brought more than some trouble on Ignis, and some on the Nifleheim side of things (minimal, but still warranting a press release or another in the near future), and he sighs. He swears he's just spotted one of Ignis' principal secretaries running past together with a harried-looking public relations executive. So he must have sent down instructions of his own, too. ]
Like I've been dragged to hell and back. I'm not doing something like this again. Can you believe some idiot dared to actually ask if you were the one who seduced me into this. How are you? Octavia and Luna?