[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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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.