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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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. ]