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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]

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.