Well, that certainly sounds ominous. [Though his voice is slightly amused, as Ignis speaks, something tightens in his chest. There are a million 'heavy' things Noctis could want to talk to him about, and that fact makes Ignis sad on top of being worried. He doesn't like how many secrets hang in the air between them now.
Carefully, he pulls the pan from the fire and covers it with a makeshift lid. This batch actually seems promising and he doesn't want it to burn when he is inevitably distracted from cooking by their topic of discussion.]
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[Though his voice is slightly amused, as Ignis speaks, something tightens in his chest. There are a million 'heavy' things Noctis could want to talk to him about, and that fact makes Ignis sad on top of being worried. He doesn't like how many secrets hang in the air between them now.
Carefully, he pulls the pan from the fire and covers it with a makeshift lid. This batch actually seems promising and he doesn't want it to burn when he is inevitably distracted from cooking by their topic of discussion.]
All right, Noct. What is it you want to know?