[ that's new, ignis is cursing. noctis raises his brows at him curiously, still trying to figure out just what it is that set him off. he's pretty sure he hadn't actually said anything to needle him now, so it could mean his work? maybe? is he also mad that noctis can't finish it in time? ]

Yeah, sorry, I haven't had the time to --

[ hmm? he blinks when ignis asks him about what terence does, and he gestures vaguely to the seat before him. ] He usually just sits here and makes sure I'm doing my work, I guess.

[ noctis doesn't recall him doing much else, and he looks back at him, baffled. ]

Why?