You have a lot more attitude than you let on. [Not a bad thing, if anything it just makes things more interesting and a little amusing.] We'll see how well you really do. Impress me enough and maybe I'll show you a thing or two.
[The rest of their dinner goes without incident, and before they part ways, Ignis leaves her with his address-- a second-floor flat near the Leville.
When morning rolls around, he's up and dressed at an almost painfully responsible hour. Coffee is hot and waiting before she arrives, with breakfast being kept warm in the oven. It had taken him a little longer to prepare than he would have liked, but the end result had been to his liking, and for that, the effort had been worth it. More progress every day, even if it was just a bit at a time.]
[Being invited to coffee and breakfast had certainly been different. She even half-considered to change her mind about it and just drag him out. But since she, too, had gotten up early to send off her men to various errands and set everything up, the thought of coffee and a meal is actually rather tempting. And as she draws near the address, a small bubble of curiosity starts to form. She half-expects his place to be neat and organized, blind or not.
Her knuckles rap against the door and she stands patiently, one hand resting against her hip. C'mon Iggy, let's not keep a lady waiting.]
[The opening of the door a few short moments later reveals that the apartment is, in fact, neat and well-cared for, though admittedly sparse. The bookshelves are half-empty, a thin layer of dust having collected on what is there. It's not quite what he had for himself back in Insomnia, but everything in the apartment is both functional and of reasonably good quality, considering where they are. Lestallum remains a bit warm for his tastes, and as a result the windows above the sink and over the back of the sofa have been left open.
He steps aside to usher her in, inclining his head towards the small table in the near-immaculate kitchen.]
[As she steps in, she can't help the small, wry laugh that escapes her.]
Do you always talk like that? A simple "How are you?" works.
[Seriously, he's so damn polite. And as she expected, his place is neat, but it is oddly empty. Then again, when you're blind you don't really need that much.]
But to answer your question, I'm fine and ready for that coffee.
[And while she doesn't mind the heat too much and had already dressed a little lighter than usual, there will be the sounds of buckles and straps unclasping as she removes parts of her armor and sets them on whatever available surface there was (if not a counter then the couch, and without really asking of course). Just the shoulder pads and gloves, nothing much. She had considered dressing down on the way over, but it was more time efficient to go as she was.
And when that is done, instead of heading to the table directly as one would think after saying that statement, she's going to be a little nosey and explore a bit.]
first Ignis tag of 2017 and I felt that was worth noting >.>
[He smiles wryly at that remark, offering an easy shrug in reply as he shuts the door behind her. His cane sits resting against the wall beside the door, left unused for the time being. He would need it when they left, but he'd mastered the navigation of his own apartment some time ago.]
Is it a problem if I do?
[He's amused all the same, used to people commenting on his accent or speech patterns every now and then. It had made him stand out even in the Crown City, and certainly continued to do so here in Lestallum.
He hears her moving in a decidedly different direction from the table and says nothing of it-- that curiosity is almost endearing, in a way, though he doesn't feel that's quite the right word for it. He carefully retrieves two cups from the cabinet above the sink; for all the difficulties he's had in regaining his skills, he can at least find his way around his kitchen well enough. Two cups of hot coffee are immediately poured and set out on the table, a small pitcher of cream and a bowl of sugar already waiting at its center.]
See anything that particularly interests you?
[He knows snooping around his apartment won't turn up much, but just because he can't see her doesn't mean he doesn't know exactly what she's doing.]
If I said yes, what would you do? [Just a light smirk in return. Really, she does have to wonder if someone told him to change if he would obediently follow or actually deny it. She can see it going either way.
She holds off on the second question as the heels of her boots lightly thud against the floor, the clear audible tells of where she is going and the long pauses indicating where she had topped to look. Her path is a meandering one, first circling around the main room. She notes the sparse walls and there is a curious look at the books but she leaves them be for now. A glance already tells her that it had been some time since he actually looked at them, though the reasons for that...well, self-explanatory. But having them all is a curious things. Rather telling of his character.
She then walks toward first the bathroom, neck craning and leaning in but not actually entering.]
You're a really clean guy. [And then she finds the bedroom. Also clean. Her voice is a little distant as she enters, half-wondering if maybe the guy is actually a robot in disguise.] A little too clean. Got a girl to help take care of things for you?
[Another joke—he looks like the type who would actually live this immaculate. Probably even more if he had his sight. But seriously, she's used to more sloppy "young bachelor" abodes. It's both weird yet intriguing at the same time.]
[His own tone is almost playful in response, and though he doesn't notice it himself, it's far more cheer than he's shown in weeks. Perhaps not terribly surprising, given the circumstances.]
I don't make a habit of changing myself to suit other people's whims.
[Which should tell her a great deal about him, given enough thought. He listens to her venture through the apartment with vague interest, curious to know her thoughts and only slightly worried that certain things might have fallen into disrepair that he couldn't see.]
I like order and things being in their proper place. Admittedly, I had some assistance in the beginning, but not now.
[He completely misses the fact that her asking about a girl had other implications-- to him, it only brought to mind Iris' occasional visits. He moves to pull something out of the oven as they talk across the open apartment, doing so fluidly-- the bacon and eggs had been kept warm there for the last several minutes while he awaited her arrival.]
I would ask if you think it's strange, but I've seen how others live. I suppose it is somewhat unusual.
[Indeed, his answer does clue her in about how his personality. It's not a bad thing either—sticking to one's own values and beliefs. She can relate to that.]
Somewhat? [It's only one word, but the humor and small laugh that accompanies is enough to tell that she thinks it more than just "somewhat." Seriously, Ignis. Too clean.
And she's back out, the smell of bacon and eggs actually quite pleasant.]
Makes me tempted to move things around and see how long it takes you to fix it.
[Which is like the meanest you could do to not only a blind person in general, but a blind orderly person.]
[She dares him. But she will be getting herself a nice helping.]
Surprisingly, your place is both unusual and boring at the same time. Definitely not a place I'd recommend for hosting a party. [It's so barren, okay.]
[He can sass, too. He said nothing about the prepared breakfast being balanced, Commodore. He smirks, waving a hand towards the counter, where a reasonably full fruit bowl sits.]
By all means, help yourself. I believe you like being coddled even less than I do.
[Which is saying something. For as much as he nags after everyone else's well-being, he doesn't take direction or assistance particularly gracefully.]
Perhaps a good thing that people aren't much in the mood for parties these days, then. [He pauses, just for a beat.] My library used to be much larger. Unfortunately, most of what I own was left behind in the Crown City.
[There's just a small snort and a laugh as she looks over at the bowl.]
Maybe later.
[Not that she didn't like fruits. It's nice to have something fresh and sweet once in a while.
There's a brief pause as the clink of silverware fills the silence, but she's not really paying much attention to the food and more on Ignis's expression. Really, she wasn't sure what kind of answer she expected from that. She had a feeling it might have been for sentimental reasons. A reminder of something he liked to do but can't really. Not without a braille, though he'd have to teach himself that, too.]
Not surprised you'd be a bookworm. I can just imagine entire walls filled with books. [Digging it in deeper? Or actually letting him reminisce? Idle curiosity?] I don't really read much, but I like picking through a good book every once in a while.
[His expression turns thoughtful as he eats, and a part of him is thankful for the dark glasses and their ability to obscure his eyes. Damaged though they are, at least the right remains expressive-- enough to betray the wistful memories that the thought of his old life stirs up.]
It's long been a favorite pastime of mine.
[Or was. Unlike cooking, reclaiming reading was a little further out of his depth-- braille simply wasn't available to him, even if he were to dedicate himself to learning it on his own.]
Most of the books you see there are volumes I'd collected before our trip to Accordo, or that Lady Iris has brought by for me. She likes to read aloud when she visits, though daemon hunting has kept her away for some time.
[Yeah gonna have to sell that one harder since surely a certain prince also viewed her like a sister...]
...Hm. Wouldn't know how well stocked Lestallum would be for that, though would have thought they'd have something [The place can't be completely blind free.
So just really speaking out loud with no real thought:]
Most of the local merchants are more concerned with feeding everyone-- not that I blame them in the least. The increase in population thanks to the number of refugees has made everyday life challenging, to a certain extent, but Lestallum is surviving.
[He looks up without seeing as she thinks aloud, pausing with a forkful of egg halfway to his mouth.]
You needn't go to any trouble.
[Not on his account. He would never want to be a burden.]
Hey, if you're going to be useful, you'll need to know how to read on your own.
[Which is true, and why she says it in a rather matter-of-fact way. She's already training him, might as well. Now finding the stuff...Insomnia, Altissa, and Gralea are probably the best bets in trying to find the materials. Gralea and Altissa aren't too bad, Insomnia, however... That will be harder, if not impossible with the daemons there. Yep, gonna take the easier routes.]
Unless you want someone to always read to you like a kid hearing a bedtime story. [Slight smirk before she resumes eating.]
Being able to do it myself would be preferable, yes.
[It's the way he prefers to do most things. Reading was not only a valuable skill to be regained, but a passion that his injury had forced him to give up until now. He grimaces, spearing a piece of bacon.]
I don't especially care for being treated like a child, kind as it is for Iris to go out of her way. I don't expect anyone else would be willing to do the same, and I wouldn't want them to.
You know, you could just ask someone directly. [Her usual dry voice as she points her fork at him—even if he can't see it.] Otherwise it does sound as if you're just waiting for someone to do it for you.
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[He's glad, at least, that she seems to approve-- easy camaraderie is something he's been without for quite some time now, it feels like.]
While not interested in setting myself up for a fall, I'll certainly do my best. You've seen me in combat before.
[He's no slouch.]
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[His "real" individual strength, so to speak. Without the rest of the royal party either supporting or holding him back.]
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[The rest of their dinner goes without incident, and before they part ways, Ignis leaves her with his address-- a second-floor flat near the Leville.
When morning rolls around, he's up and dressed at an almost painfully responsible hour. Coffee is hot and waiting before she arrives, with breakfast being kept warm in the oven. It had taken him a little longer to prepare than he would have liked, but the end result had been to his liking, and for that, the effort had been worth it. More progress every day, even if it was just a bit at a time.]
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Her knuckles rap against the door and she stands patiently, one hand resting against her hip. C'mon Iggy, let's not keep a lady waiting.]
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[The opening of the door a few short moments later reveals that the apartment is, in fact, neat and well-cared for, though admittedly sparse. The bookshelves are half-empty, a thin layer of dust having collected on what is there. It's not quite what he had for himself back in Insomnia, but everything in the apartment is both functional and of reasonably good quality, considering where they are. Lestallum remains a bit warm for his tastes, and as a result the windows above the sink and over the back of the sofa have been left open.
He steps aside to usher her in, inclining his head towards the small table in the near-immaculate kitchen.]
Good morning. I trust the day finds you well?
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Do you always talk like that? A simple "How are you?" works.
[Seriously, he's so damn polite. And as she expected, his place is neat, but it is oddly empty. Then again, when you're blind you don't really need that much.]
But to answer your question, I'm fine and ready for that coffee.
[And while she doesn't mind the heat too much and had already dressed a little lighter than usual, there will be the sounds of buckles and straps unclasping as she removes parts of her armor and sets them on whatever available surface there was (if not a counter then the couch, and without really asking of course). Just the shoulder pads and gloves, nothing much. She had considered dressing down on the way over, but it was more time efficient to go as she was.
And when that is done, instead of heading to the table directly as one would think after saying that statement, she's going to be a little nosey and explore a bit.]
first Ignis tag of 2017 and I felt that was worth noting >.>
Is it a problem if I do?
[He's amused all the same, used to people commenting on his accent or speech patterns every now and then. It had made him stand out even in the Crown City, and certainly continued to do so here in Lestallum.
He hears her moving in a decidedly different direction from the table and says nothing of it-- that curiosity is almost endearing, in a way, though he doesn't feel that's quite the right word for it. He carefully retrieves two cups from the cabinet above the sink; for all the difficulties he's had in regaining his skills, he can at least find his way around his kitchen well enough. Two cups of hot coffee are immediately poured and set out on the table, a small pitcher of cream and a bowl of sugar already waiting at its center.]
See anything that particularly interests you?
[He knows snooping around his apartment won't turn up much, but just because he can't see her doesn't mean he doesn't know exactly what she's doing.]
.....actually this may be true for aranea too LOL
She holds off on the second question as the heels of her boots lightly thud against the floor, the clear audible tells of where she is going and the long pauses indicating where she had topped to look. Her path is a meandering one, first circling around the main room. She notes the sparse walls and there is a curious look at the books but she leaves them be for now. A glance already tells her that it had been some time since he actually looked at them, though the reasons for that...well, self-explanatory. But having them all is a curious things. Rather telling of his character.
She then walks toward first the bathroom, neck craning and leaning in but not actually entering.]
You're a really clean guy. [And then she finds the bedroom. Also clean. Her voice is a little distant as she enters, half-wondering if maybe the guy is actually a robot in disguise.] A little too clean. Got a girl to help take care of things for you?
[Another joke—he looks like the type who would actually live this immaculate. Probably even more if he had his sight. But seriously, she's used to more sloppy "young bachelor" abodes. It's both weird yet intriguing at the same time.]
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[His own tone is almost playful in response, and though he doesn't notice it himself, it's far more cheer than he's shown in weeks. Perhaps not terribly surprising, given the circumstances.]
I don't make a habit of changing myself to suit other people's whims.
[Which should tell her a great deal about him, given enough thought. He listens to her venture through the apartment with vague interest, curious to know her thoughts and only slightly worried that certain things might have fallen into disrepair that he couldn't see.]
I like order and things being in their proper place. Admittedly, I had some assistance in the beginning, but not now.
[He completely misses the fact that her asking about a girl had other implications-- to him, it only brought to mind Iris' occasional visits. He moves to pull something out of the oven as they talk across the open apartment, doing so fluidly-- the bacon and eggs had been kept warm there for the last several minutes while he awaited her arrival.]
I would ask if you think it's strange, but I've seen how others live. I suppose it is somewhat unusual.
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Somewhat? [It's only one word, but the humor and small laugh that accompanies is enough to tell that she thinks it more than just "somewhat." Seriously, Ignis. Too clean.
And she's back out, the smell of bacon and eggs actually quite pleasant.]
Makes me tempted to move things around and see how long it takes you to fix it.
[Which is like the meanest you could do to not only a blind person in general, but a blind orderly person.]
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Yes, well. A good deal more than 'somewhat,' I'll grant you.
[He can't help who he is, and he wouldn't want to.]
I'd say that's cruel, but somehow I'm not surprised that's how your sense of humor runs. It sounds like you.
[He smirks, seating himself at the table.]
You came hungry, I hope.
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I wasn't that hungry, but I have to admit it smells pretty good in here. But bacon and eggs? Going to ruin my figure.
[Yeah right, she doesn't care. And she'll be pulling out a chair to sit across from him.]
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[Don't make him give you a lecture on proper nutrition, Aranea.]
See anything that particularly interested you during your explorations, then?
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[She dares him. But she will be getting herself a nice helping.]
Surprisingly, your place is both unusual and boring at the same time. Definitely not a place I'd recommend for hosting a party. [It's so barren, okay.]
Did notice the books, though.
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[He can sass, too. He said nothing about the prepared breakfast being balanced, Commodore. He smirks, waving a hand towards the counter, where a reasonably full fruit bowl sits.]
By all means, help yourself. I believe you like being coddled even less than I do.
[Which is saying something. For as much as he nags after everyone else's well-being, he doesn't take direction or assistance particularly gracefully.]
Perhaps a good thing that people aren't much in the mood for parties these days, then. [He pauses, just for a beat.] My library used to be much larger. Unfortunately, most of what I own was left behind in the Crown City.
[That's not what she meant, and he knows it.]
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Maybe later.
[Not that she didn't like fruits. It's nice to have something fresh and sweet once in a while.
There's a brief pause as the clink of silverware fills the silence, but she's not really paying much attention to the food and more on Ignis's expression. Really, she wasn't sure what kind of answer she expected from that. She had a feeling it might have been for sentimental reasons. A reminder of something he liked to do but can't really. Not without a braille, though he'd have to teach himself that, too.]
Not surprised you'd be a bookworm. I can just imagine entire walls filled with books. [Digging it in deeper? Or actually letting him reminisce? Idle curiosity?] I don't really read much, but I like picking through a good book every once in a while.
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It's long been a favorite pastime of mine.
[Or was. Unlike cooking, reclaiming reading was a little further out of his depth-- braille simply wasn't available to him, even if he were to dedicate himself to learning it on his own.]
Most of the books you see there are volumes I'd collected before our trip to Accordo, or that Lady Iris has brought by for me. She likes to read aloud when she visits, though daemon hunting has kept her away for some time.
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Haven't learned braille?
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I-- haven't had the opportunity.
[Not for lack of trying.]
The world being what it is, the required materials are difficult to come by.
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...Hm. Wouldn't know how well stocked Lestallum would be for that, though would have thought they'd have something [The place can't be completely blind free.
So just really speaking out loud with no real thought:]
Could try to find stuff for you.
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[He looks up without seeing as she thinks aloud, pausing with a forkful of egg halfway to his mouth.]
You needn't go to any trouble.
[Not on his account. He would never want to be a burden.]
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[Which is true, and why she says it in a rather matter-of-fact way. She's already training him, might as well. Now finding the stuff...Insomnia, Altissa, and Gralea are probably the best bets in trying to find the materials. Gralea and Altissa aren't too bad, Insomnia, however... That will be harder, if not impossible with the daemons there. Yep, gonna take the easier routes.]
Unless you want someone to always read to you like a kid hearing a bedtime story. [Slight smirk before she resumes eating.]
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Being able to do it myself would be preferable, yes.
[It's the way he prefers to do most things. Reading was not only a valuable skill to be regained, but a passion that his injury had forced him to give up until now. He grimaces, spearing a piece of bacon.]
I don't especially care for being treated like a child, kind as it is for Iris to go out of her way. I don't expect anyone else would be willing to do the same, and I wouldn't want them to.
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bloop bloop bloop timeskip!
such a loser and poor date
so rude, he was good to you
kicking a girl out is not being "good"
she was so going to leave anyway
his cooking wasn't that great anyway
RUDE also BLINDSIDE LINK 1.5
EGGS TOO LIMP and awww yeah get them style points
THEY WERE DELICIOUS
COULD HAVE BEEN FIRMER
THIS IS NOT THE TIME
THAT'S WHAT HE SAID
YOU'RE TEARING HIM APART literally
NOT HER FAULT HE'S EASY kind of
you're going to sully his excellent reputation
pretty sure he can do it on his own
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I SAW THAT
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