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[shatteredlenses]

 

This is Ignis.  Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.  Storyteller willing, I may actually be able to read messages left for me soon.
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And, no, your Highness, this doesn't mean I will be too busy to make sure you eat your vegetables. 

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[crosslaced]

Whichever the truth is, something you seem to be dodging. Are you shy?

[shatteredlenses]

[For a moment, Ignis truly debates continuing to dodge, then he removes his sunglasses and rubs at his face with a sigh.]

I would think that much would be obvious by now.

[Wait a minute! He still didn't answer the original question!]

[crosslaced]

[I mean, if you're leaving it up to him, he's going to assume yes on all counts. Ignis has at no point said no? It's quite an Akielon sensibility, ducking around fact like this. Laurent has no idea why Damen doesn't seem to like Ignis.

The blonde mulls over his response for a while.]

You should get him tipsy. He might admit something.

[The real operative is ‘drunk as he's never been before’, but you know, he shouldn't advocate the shit he does out of an unwillingness to admit his alcohol tolerance. ]

[shatteredlenses]

That rather difficult to do when he neither eats nor drinks. He says he can't taste it.

[Well, there was that one night. Ignis' own memories of it are fuzzier than he would like to admit to, but hadn't Ardyn gotten as drunk as he had off what Muffet brought?]

Magical food and drink might be an option, but there is a rather limited supply of that.

[crosslaced]

-really? That sounds like a particularly miserable existence.

[This is news to him. He still jumps quickly to a rather uncomfortable conclusion, though.]

Mm, Damianos has had many lovers. He might have a better idea. He's very helpful most of the time.

[Laurent’s only template has been Damen himself, which is quite evident by how he's approaching this thing. So. If you don't want to put your tsundere in a dangerous high-pressure environment and hope the constant threat of death squeezes something out of him, what can you do????]

[shatteredlenses]

Indeed.

[Ignis huffs softly then and shakes his head.]

I'm not certain that's a good idea. I don't think your beloved much cares for me. He reacted quite oddly when I mentioned having helped to heal Maribelle once. I'm still not sure why he reacted that way. You obviously care a great deal about her. Why wouldn't I have healed her since it was within my abilities?

[crosslaced]

He doesn't?

[this is absolutely baffling????]

He’s your sort; everyone likes him. Everyone likes you.

[He absolutely thought they would get along like chums and once again, Damen goes around ruining his expectations. This isn't even important enough, you didn't need to do that Damen.]

How odd, exactly?

[shatteredlenses]

He seemed...

[Ignis pauses a moment, uncertain what word to use. After all, he's only talked to Damen once and it wasn't under the most ideal circumstances.]

I guess the best way to put it is that he seemed uncomfortable. Of course, I find it hard to blame him for that. Our conversation happened during the storytelling round where something was displaying our memories instead of just letting us talk. No one likes strangers seeing something so personal.

[And there was certainly no other reason at all. Nope.]

[crosslaced]

[That’s- December, right? Around the time Damen had come, against all odds, back to him. Laurent doesn't remember if he’d been particularly upset over anything, certainly the whole month in general had been a flurry of adjusting Damen to things. He can't think of any other reason. Jealousy is even more implausible here than with Islander. He's going to be so annoyed when he finds out.

Still, that won't do. Laurent doesn't like relying on Ignis’ goodwill or his own reputation with the man, which, let's be real, won't last forever. And Damen needs to eat. Damen needs this connection and he doesn't have an eye for this kind of things. ]

He arrived that month, so it must just be an adjustment issue. Our world has no such thing as magic, you see.

[It’s not dramatically different but this is Laurent’s earnest voice?]

I hope you won't hold anything against him, he really is a good man. It must have been some kind of mistake.

[shatteredlenses]

Of course I won't.

[That night had been awkward for them all. He can't imagine how much more it must have been for someone so newly arrived.]

I've merely kept my distance as so not to make him more uncomfortable on the off chance I did do something that bothered him. If it will help, you are welcome to let him know I hold no ill will toward him. I'm happy to help either of you whenever the need may arise.