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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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[shatteredlenses]

Oh?

[There is mischief in his gaze suddenly, and while this may totally backfire, he's still going for it.]

And what is on your mind right now?

[scourgingstars]

Hm... [Ardyn leaned his forehead against Ignis', a smirk clearly evident in his voice.]

I'm thinking about how foolish I am for actually seeking you out today, and yet I did it regardless. Why is that, do you think?

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis laughs softly at the question, though his voice is quite deadpan when he answers.]

Oh, that answer is easy. You obviously came to see the chocobos and need me to distract Prompto so you can spend time with them without the continuous sound of a camera going off.

[scourgingstars]

That seems as reasonable an explanation as any. Obviously.

[shatteredlenses]

Indeed.

[Ignis' voice grows softer then, amusement becoming something closer to fondness.]

Though, if you were actually worried about me for some strange reason, I promise not to tell.

[scourgingstars]

Me, worried? Just whoever might you think you're speaking to?

[There was a faint tone of amusement in Ardyn's voice, idly wiping away ash from scars.]

I never worry about anyone.

[shatteredlenses]

No, of course not. What am I thinking? All the ash must be getting to my brain.

[Ardyn worried? Why the sun dying would be more lik-

Err...

The earth splitting beneath their feet and sinking into the sea would be more lik-

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All right. He's just going to give up on that for now.]