[Now Ignis is just enjoying this, the rat bastard. Still, a guy who can't string two syllables into a word can't lodge a formal complaint, and at the moment, Prompto can't even really string together two sounds to make a syllable.
It wasn't really a specific question, since when. Since when was this a facet of reality?--is the basic gist. But what Ignis answers blows him straight out of the water again.
What he's implying under all this teasing, on purpose or not (and when does Ignis ever do anything by mistake?), is that not only have he and Noct talked about whether or not Prompto's hot stuff and come to some kind of casual agreement. No, what Prompto's getting out of this is that Ignis, independently of Noct, thought--thinks--he's good looking.
Since high school.
Maybe it's all fun and games for Ignis, but the earth is shifting under Prompto's feet. He stares at Ignis through his fingers, and only the inanest of thoughts make it to Voicetown.]
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[Now Ignis is just enjoying this, the rat bastard. Still, a guy who can't string two syllables into a word can't lodge a formal complaint, and at the moment, Prompto can't even really string together two sounds to make a syllable.
It wasn't really a specific question, since when. Since when was this a facet of reality?--is the basic gist. But what Ignis answers blows him straight out of the water again.
What he's implying under all this teasing, on purpose or not (and when does Ignis ever do anything by mistake?), is that not only have he and Noct talked about whether or not Prompto's hot stuff and come to some kind of casual agreement. No, what Prompto's getting out of this is that Ignis, independently of Noct, thought--thinks--he's good looking.
Since high school.
Maybe it's all fun and games for Ignis, but the earth is shifting under Prompto's feet. He stares at Ignis through his fingers, and only the inanest of thoughts make it to Voicetown.]
Tw... Why two weeks?