[Well, at least this particular endeavor doesn't carry the risk of death by beast or daemon. Honestly Noctis can't say he's thrilled at Ignis's insistence on remaining with the group in spite of his injuries- not because he's a liability but because the thought of losing more of him than just his sight makes Noctis's blood run cold. The same twist in his gut that he used to feel at the idea of his dad leaving him, the same sick feeling... It's been following him since Altissia, an insistent tug that keeps him up at night and weighs him down as long as he's conscious.
Or... Not quite the same. Close, but different in a way he isn't able to place, or doesn't want to place; that'd only make it harder.
But in the end, it's Ignis's decision, and although he knows he'd be well within his rights- such as they are as a prince or a king- to order him to seek safe haven... He can't do that. He won't do that. Because it's Ignis, Ignis who deserves to make his own calls and Ignis who he selfishly can't bear to send away.]
Your mood sure isn't, [he says automatically, cursing himself for even such harmless teasing as he sets the pot onto the table with a too-loud clank. They're all out of the canned kind he's pretty sure Ignis prefers, and so the drippy kind will have to do.] Give it a few minutes.
[He falls silent then, staring for a few long moments at the scuffed tips of his boots and trying to think of anything but, well, anything... But eventually:]
I uh... I kind of killed the last egg. So if you have any other suggestions... I'm all ears.
[If he's being honest he could probably have handled the eggs on his own, but anything else is a bit above his pay grade. He's at a loss for ideas, here.]
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Or... Not quite the same. Close, but different in a way he isn't able to place, or doesn't want to place; that'd only make it harder.
But in the end, it's Ignis's decision, and although he knows he'd be well within his rights- such as they are as a prince or a king- to order him to seek safe haven... He can't do that. He won't do that. Because it's Ignis, Ignis who deserves to make his own calls and Ignis who he selfishly can't bear to send away.]
Your mood sure isn't, [he says automatically, cursing himself for even such harmless teasing as he sets the pot onto the table with a too-loud clank. They're all out of the canned kind he's pretty sure Ignis prefers, and so the drippy kind will have to do.] Give it a few minutes.
[He falls silent then, staring for a few long moments at the scuffed tips of his boots and trying to think of anything but, well, anything... But eventually:]
I uh... I kind of killed the last egg. So if you have any other suggestions... I'm all ears.
[If he's being honest he could probably have handled the eggs on his own, but anything else is a bit above his pay grade. He's at a loss for ideas, here.]