( he. knits his eyebrows, lifting up a hand to stop noctis in whatever he was about to say, glancing down at the pile before him. something about that, too, seems odd — something ignis had overlooked in his irritation, something that sticks out like a sore thumb now as he picks up one file and flicks through it once, twice, looking for something — )
These aren't summarized.
( full reports? summarizing these was one of the biggest parts of ignis' job before he left. if his handler hasn't been doing them —
and he hasn't been feeding noct, what has he been doing at all?
watching noctis work now is like knives in his chest — a poor guy with the world on his shoulders, with no help, doing his best to make the impossible possible. the frown is now permanently attached to his face as he takes a seat beside noctis, leaning over to gently take the pen out of his hands. )
no subject
These aren't summarized.
( full reports? summarizing these was one of the biggest parts of ignis' job before he left. if his handler hasn't been doing them —
and he hasn't been feeding noct, what has he been doing at all?
watching noctis work now is like knives in his chest — a poor guy with the world on his shoulders, with no help, doing his best to make the impossible possible. the frown is now permanently attached to his face as he takes a seat beside noctis, leaning over to gently take the pen out of his hands. )
Just — stop, for a minute. Just stop.