Do you have any idea how confusing you are when you say that
you WOULD eat something from the ground, but I still shouldn't? At least,
it was confusing to me before. Now I get it. I
think.
[Yeah he did, which is why he is taking the extra time for this Truly Genius plot to get Ignis out of there. Not one for fancy, but these shindigs had some pretty good food sometimes, so he, Nyx and Pelna had filched suits for certain occasions.
Party crashers.
Sometimes there's nothing better to do, you know?]
Unless he has a hand on you I won't punch, will that do?
That has been mentioned before. I suppose it is my job.
[ ... okay, Libertus... you actually came very close to making him blush. He's still not used to being the one people are protective of, okay? Even after so long hanging out with the big guy. ]
Yes, I think that will do nicely.
[ He will be ready for the party crashers. And yes, that will change the game a lot. Especially for the guy he could not shake, before. Who might try to corner him, now that things have gotten chaotic. ]
[Protective is what he does, okay? Hard not to when his best friend is prone to stupid heroics and his only family is an orphan he took in because of her eyes, and grew to love her with every damn part of his heart. Can't help but worry either, so he can feel a sort of kinship with Ignis over that, at least.]
Have I ever mentioned how stupid I find these events?
For the curious, wherabouts are ya?
[Oof, he hated suits. Hated that he was doing this solo. Hated the term 'white tie' when nearly every damn sucker in the joint was wearing black ties. It was stupid. But he cleans up nice? Pulling back the hair and braids, adjusting the crisp white shirt that made him itch. No tie for him, he hated how collars felt against his neck. Too constricting so he ain't a fan.
They really needed better security in these places, slipping in with a few rich folk was far too easy, complimenting some chick on her sparkly ass dress, making her laugh as they passed a few guards who didn't even give him much of a second glance.
Then you should be really glad that you don't have to go to a
load of them and mingle. Regularly.
Left of the
door, about halfway down to the table
I see you,
yes. Nice, very nice.
[ Ignis himself is
impeccable, in a suit that has been modified for him and accents his
height, the broad shoulders, the slender
hips.
Possibly surprisingly, the man he is talking
with is an actual stunner, the kind that about a third of the partygoers
salivate over. Except Ignis's pinched expression shows exactly... how well
the inside seems to fit the appearance. (Not that
much.)
And, yes, he did mean the compliment. Very
much. ]
I'd rather tango with a Behemoth, thank you very much.
[He's glancing at the directions- ah, there he is. ...Six, it should be illegal to look so good. He doesn't stare, because that shit is obvious. He does take a good long look at the problem, though. Mr. Fancy Shoes. Libertus can't help rolling his eyes before he scans the room for what he needs...
Ah.
Don't mind him as he moves to the table then.]
Me? Oh yeah, I'm lookin' like a real peach. Thanks.
How expensive are those shoes? Never mind. Don't wanna know. One of them probably costs more than my shitty apartment.
[Snatching up a glass of red wine, and a plate of various delicacies. One thing in common: they all had the reputation of staining if dropped on nice, expensive clothing.
Or shoes.
Funny how that works out.]
Gonna need you to step back a bit when I get close. Don't be obvious about it.
Get ready to scoot your pretty ass out of here when I make my move.
Your apartment is likely considerably better and more
comfortable, on the other hand. Unlike him, you have a soul. And a
heart.
[ Ignis. Might be trapped somewhere between
slightly drunk and extremely irritated, but there is Libertus and. Quite
aside from coming to his rescue, the phrase 'cleans up nicely' does not do
him justice. He is definitely dressed well enough to not stick out here,
which is spectacular enough, but there is a mix with him, warmth and
roughness, which ... well. Ignis wonders how people do not turn to watch
him as he passes, but instead leave him to walk around them unnoticed. A
sight for Ignis alone. He might not object to that fact too much, other
than the self-deprecating 'real peach.' But that can be worked
on.
Ignis thinks he figures out the plan, when the
certain fingers grasp the glass of wine, and for a moment, he is outraged,
before registering that he is wasting pity on somebody who can more than
afford the loss.
It takes some shifting - starting
moments before Libertus actually gets to them - to move a little
back without inviting his conversation partner to follow, but he manages
it, partly by raising his voice a little, pushing back the hint of
intimacy.
Yes, he is ready. He even has his sight on a
set of napkins that he can push at the man in pretend helpfulness. ]
Well now you're never getting invited. I want you to think it's nice, cozy and comfortable instead of the grim reality that is my personal space.
[Soul and a heart, huh? Never quite heard that one before. But he'd take it.
Hopefully Ignis can save the outrage for someone who deserves it. Not some pushy asshole who clearly can't take the clear signs of disinterest Ignis clearly had. Even Libertus noticed it, and he's notoriously awful in this... area? Drunk makeouts and one night stands were more his speed, then regretting life decisions in the morning.
This won't be a regret, though. Cock blocking and ruining some rich prick's night? That's what makes a party and a damn fine night in his humble opinion.
And it comes so naturally. Shifting himself to make a passing comment to a pretty little thing that walked by, so he could 'accidentally' back into the tenacious man with the expensive shoes. Next came the sound of oafish surprise, carefully overdone so he could sweep his arms outwards as he turns.
The wine spills.
As does the plate.
There is clatter, a mess and stains.
Easy to miss, the light of mischief in his eyes as he plays the part: gruff 'not' apologies and drawing attention to himself so he could give Ignis the time to slip away mostly unnoticed.]
[ Ignis almost wastes the opening he is given, because Libertus is. Well. There is something about his eyes as he performs beautifully, and it is difficult for Ignis to tear his eyes away.
But he does, and grabs a random phone, giving a couple of tugs to the body of it before he drops it into a pitcher of water. The shrieks that result from the sparks it starts should help Libertus get away in return. Because leaving him in the fix he created for his sake just doesn't compute.
After a little bit, texting again. ]
Turn left out of the main entrance, I am around the first corner.
[And he takes the opportunity as soon as it presents himself. Getting yelled at by some rich bastard and his shitty, ruined, shoes was trying at his very... short patience. He takes a few steps aside when all attention was on the sparking pitcher, so... even though he's not fond of it, he taps into that borrowed power to blink himself away, to a darker corner of the room.
His stomach rolls and he's thankful he has very little in his guts to expel. He keeps everything in, choking back a gag. Ugh. How does Nyx do this? All the time??? His stomach wasn't meant for flashy, no sir.
Taking out his phone, holding back the chuckle. He doesn't respond, instead moving to where Ignis should be- just around the corner.
Arms crossing, brow quirked.]
I think I'm a little too big and brutish to be gettin' kisses from someone so high on the ladder, y'know? Save your lips for someone better.
[ Ignis's eyes, bright with the excitement over getting away, over being rescued, over how gorgeous Libertus looked up there, widen. The words are like ice down along Ignis's spine, but he take a breath or two, before answering.
He uncoils from the crossed-armed way he'd been leaning against the wall, stepping closer to Libertus. Not quite intruding into his personal space, but close. ]
One, how do you know that big and brutish is not exactly my 'type'? [ It isn't, but only because Ignis can barely be said to have a type. ] Two, who called you big and brutish? I mean, I can give them appointments with both eyes and ears doctor, they can use those. [ Step closer. ] Three. You shine so brightly from within than I will go so far as to claim that 'better' is a very small category.
Four. [ They are not quite chest to chest, but close enough for Ignis to be able to tilt his head and speak very, very softly. ]
I really, really do want to kiss you. But if you do not want me to, I will not.
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@allfornothing
It's one of those things, y'know? People don't normally eat wasted trash. Apparently it's frowned upon in most...... social circles.
I mean. Ain't too hard to skewer meat and shove it on a fire. Don't need special thing for good eats, Crowe.
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... on the other hand, who *could* say no to your skewers?
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Damn right! Crazy people is who.
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Do you have any idea how confusing you are when you say that you WOULD eat something from the ground, but I still shouldn't? At least, it was confusing to me before. Now I get it. I think.
... you mean to say that I'm not crazy?
[ About half a minute later, ]
;)
@mumistheword
You worry too much.
[Yeah he did, which is why he is taking the extra time for this Truly Genius plot to get Ignis out of there. Not one for fancy, but these shindigs had some pretty good food sometimes, so he, Nyx and Pelna had filched suits for certain occasions.
Party crashers.
Sometimes there's nothing better to do, you know?]
Unless he has a hand on you I won't punch, will that do?
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[ ... okay, Libertus... you actually came very close to making him blush. He's still not used to being the one people are protective of, okay? Even after so long hanging out with the big guy. ]
Yes, I think that will do nicely.
[ He will be ready for the party crashers. And yes, that will change the game a lot. Especially for the guy he could not shake, before. Who might try to corner him, now that things have gotten chaotic. ]
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[Protective is what he does, okay? Hard not to when his best friend is prone to stupid heroics and his only family is an orphan he took in because of her eyes, and grew to love her with every damn part of his heart. Can't help but worry either, so he can feel a sort of kinship with Ignis over that, at least.]
Have I ever mentioned how stupid I find these events?
For the curious, wherabouts are ya?
[Oof, he hated suits. Hated that he was doing this solo. Hated the term 'white tie' when nearly every damn sucker in the joint was wearing black ties. It was stupid. But he cleans up nice? Pulling back the hair and braids, adjusting the crisp white shirt that made him itch. No tie for him, he hated how collars felt against his neck. Too constricting so he ain't a fan.
They really needed better security in these places, slipping in with a few rich folk was far too easy, complimenting some chick on her sparkly ass dress, making her laugh as they passed a few guards who didn't even give him much of a second glance.
Suckers.
Excusing himself.]
Infiltration: complete.
[Okay so. Maybe? He's enjoying this?
Not every day he got to play the hero.]
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Then you should be really glad that you don't have to go to a load of them and mingle. Regularly.
Left of the door, about halfway down to the table
I see you, yes. Nice, very nice.
[ Ignis himself is impeccable, in a suit that has been modified for him and accents his height, the broad shoulders, the slender hips.
Possibly surprisingly, the man he is talking with is an actual stunner, the kind that about a third of the partygoers salivate over. Except Ignis's pinched expression shows exactly... how well the inside seems to fit the appearance. (Not that much.)
And, yes, he did mean the compliment. Very much. ]
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[He's glancing at the directions- ah, there he is. ...Six, it should be illegal to look so good. He doesn't stare, because that shit is obvious. He does take a good long look at the problem, though. Mr. Fancy Shoes. Libertus can't help rolling his eyes before he scans the room for what he needs...
Ah.
Don't mind him as he moves to the table then.]
Me? Oh yeah, I'm lookin' like a real peach. Thanks.
How expensive are those shoes? Never mind. Don't wanna know. One of them probably costs more than my shitty apartment.
[Snatching up a glass of red wine, and a plate of various delicacies. One thing in common: they all had the reputation of staining if dropped on nice, expensive clothing.
Or shoes.
Funny how that works out.]
Gonna need you to step back a bit when I get close. Don't be obvious about it.
Get ready to scoot your pretty ass out of here when I make my move.
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Your apartment is likely considerably better and more comfortable, on the other hand. Unlike him, you have a soul. And a heart.
[ Ignis. Might be trapped somewhere between slightly drunk and extremely irritated, but there is Libertus and. Quite aside from coming to his rescue, the phrase 'cleans up nicely' does not do him justice. He is definitely dressed well enough to not stick out here, which is spectacular enough, but there is a mix with him, warmth and roughness, which ... well. Ignis wonders how people do not turn to watch him as he passes, but instead leave him to walk around them unnoticed. A sight for Ignis alone. He might not object to that fact too much, other than the self-deprecating 'real peach.' But that can be worked on.
Ignis thinks he figures out the plan, when the certain fingers grasp the glass of wine, and for a moment, he is outraged, before registering that he is wasting pity on somebody who can more than afford the loss.
It takes some shifting - starting moments before Libertus actually gets to them - to move a little back without inviting his conversation partner to follow, but he manages it, partly by raising his voice a little, pushing back the hint of intimacy.
Yes, he is ready. He even has his sight on a set of napkins that he can push at the man in pretend helpfulness. ]
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[Soul and a heart, huh? Never quite heard that one before. But he'd take it.
Hopefully Ignis can save the outrage for someone who deserves it. Not some pushy asshole who clearly can't take the clear signs of disinterest Ignis clearly had. Even Libertus noticed it, and he's notoriously awful in this... area? Drunk makeouts and one night stands were more his speed, then regretting life decisions in the morning.
This won't be a regret, though. Cock blocking and ruining some rich prick's night? That's what makes a party and a damn fine night in his humble opinion.
And it comes so naturally. Shifting himself to make a passing comment to a pretty little thing that walked by, so he could 'accidentally' back into the tenacious man with the expensive shoes. Next came the sound of oafish surprise, carefully overdone so he could sweep his arms outwards as he turns.
The wine spills.
As does the plate.
There is clatter, a mess and stains.
Easy to miss, the light of mischief in his eyes as he plays the part: gruff 'not' apologies and drawing attention to himself so he could give Ignis the time to slip away mostly unnoticed.]
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But he does, and grabs a random phone, giving a couple of tugs to the body of it before he drops it into a pitcher of water. The shrieks that result from the sparks it starts should help Libertus get away in return. Because leaving him in the fix he created for his sake just doesn't compute.
After a little bit, texting again. ]
Turn left out of the main entrance, I am around the first corner.
I kind of want to kiss you right now.
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His stomach rolls and he's thankful he has very little in his guts to expel. He keeps everything in, choking back a gag. Ugh. How does Nyx do this? All the time??? His stomach wasn't meant for flashy, no sir.
Taking out his phone, holding back the chuckle. He doesn't respond, instead moving to where Ignis should be- just around the corner.
Arms crossing, brow quirked.]
I think I'm a little too big and brutish to be gettin' kisses from someone so high on the ladder, y'know? Save your lips for someone better.
But you're welcome.
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He uncoils from the crossed-armed way he'd been leaning against the wall, stepping closer to Libertus. Not quite intruding into his personal space, but close. ]
One, how do you know that big and brutish is not exactly my 'type'? [ It isn't, but only because Ignis can barely be said to have a type. ] Two, who called you big and brutish? I mean, I can give them appointments with both eyes and ears doctor, they can use those. [ Step closer. ] Three. You shine so brightly from within than I will go so far as to claim that 'better' is a very small category.
Four. [ They are not quite chest to chest, but close enough for Ignis to be able to tilt his head and speak very, very softly. ]
I really, really do want to kiss you. But if you do not want me to, I will not.