[Truly, it is by skill and grace alone that Ignis does not scald his fucking hand off as, while transferring a truly breathtaking amount of handmade pasta into a big pot of boiling-ass water, Prompto drops a bombshell like that one upon him.]
...Oh?
[He's beauty, he's grace, it's a miracle he was able to respond in the first place.]
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...Oh?
[He's beauty, he's grace, it's a miracle he was able to respond in the first place.]
That, ah. Came up in conversation, then?