[ You're all clear, the doctors had said upon his return to Earth. He had known it but never believed it since Haggar experimented on him so he could carry the Galran arm, fixing his body so it could carry her work. Be worthy of it, Champion. Turned out all his clones were given a fresh breath of life minus his disease ... or they would have, if all but one out of the hundreds hadn't burned up in a planet's atmosphere. Now there is just him and his body (it can't be theirs when both minds are melded into one, he reasons to stay sane) and so much time in which to live he can't wrap his head around it. Sometimes when he gets a phantom cramp, he stupidly panics and habit makes him touch his prosthetic wrist for the muscle relaxant bracelet. ]
It can't come back.
[ This isn't the body that bore it. Sitting quietly with Ignis, there's a kind of peace, a weak smile making Shiro reach out a boot to nudge Ignis's shoe. ]
I'm okay, Ignis, I promise. Now you're really starting to sound like Adam.
[ So worried, concern burrowed deep in the marrow of his bones so that eventually, by the time they grew apart and he made Shiro choose between him or his own dreams, Shiro couldn't see anything in those hazel eyes except for a reminder about his condition. ]
What I sound like is someone who's spent more than enough time around well-meaning young men with a penchant for self-martyrdom to have learned their tricks and proclivities. I'm well-versed at spotting them; I see one every morning in the mirror.
[His smile here is wry, but it's there. A boot bumps against his shoe, and after a second he bumps it right back.]
I appreciate the clarification, however. It's good to know it's no longer a concern.
For someone who claims to not be looking for romantic attention, you certainly don't seem to have a problem with soliciting it.
[his soul is ascending. SASSMASTERY. the true flavor of friendship and oh god it's been so long since he's been able to have a conversation like this, with no ramifications and no ulterior motive and twisted senses of humor the whole way down.]
You and Keith should come to dinner sometime. You've hardly any excuse not to; we live in the same district.
It's a lot easier knowing you're too good of a man to take me up on it.
[ There's safety in knowing he can let a little attitude out and not give the wrong impression, Ignis being with Prompto is something of a weird relief. ]
Definitely, although you'll have Kosmo coming too. We couldn't leave him behind. You're not allergic to, uh, canines?
...Well. I have a cat and quite a few resident birds. Is Kosmo the, ah, rather large creature I saw accompanying Keith the day I met you both? It seems to have the rather unusual talent of teleporting.
[For a guy capable of pulling shit out of thin air and taking it for granted, he certainly seems wary about the teleporting business.]
Does he insist on being fed from the table? I certainly hope not.
Make that joke around Prompto and I'll have your head on a platter.
[He says it pleasantly enough, but even with the hyperbole clearly present, there's still a note of nonchalance that suggests he's not entirely kidding.]
He's attached to the species, to say the least. Ours are all full-grown, and fit to bear a rider, but his is still a chick. Quite cute, and quite defenseless.
[ #YIKES, safe to say Shiro doesn't intend to traumatise Prompto or have Ignis boil his balls into a pleasant stew for daring. ]
Kosmo won't hurt them, he's ... intuitive. More with Keith, as I say, but space wolves apparently have a habit of teleporting people to where they think they need to be. He's smart enough not to eat a pet.
Ah, so that's what that was about. Yes, the first time I saw it — Kosmo, as you say — he'd just teleported into my vicinity, I presume to find Keith. Then he beat me to the house where I had you resting, so I presume that was a teleport again.
[It's reassuring to hear, though, that Kosmo is a good wolf like you wanted. He's got no real objection to one, so long as it doesn't try to be the fox in the figurative henhouse.]
You should try riding one sometime. Chocobo racing is actually quite popular, where we're from; though ours aren't explicitly bred for racing, they're fairly capable of holding their own both in sprints and in distance travel.
I've never ridden a giant chicken before. Chocobo, sorry. [ It could be fun! Shiro's love of racing isn't tempered by how fast he can go. ] Can I ask, uh, how did you ... ?
[ Twirling his fingers in the air to (badly) mimic wherever Ignis got the casserole from. ]
...Ah. One of the perks of my duties. It's called the Armiger and it's...I suppose you could call it a shared magic spell. I suppose the best analogy I can offer is that of an administrator on a program that serves some particularized function. The creator of the program maintains the program, but it's possible to add sub-users onto it. The sub-users can access the program and its benefits, but it's not ours, per se.
[As he talks, he reaches into the Armiger again, this time producing one of his spelldaggers.]
Conceptually, it's meant to be a repository for storing weapons. A portable armory, if you will. But in practice, we, ah...all have a bad habit of simply keeping possessions in general in it.
[He shrugs.]
It's because of the Armiger that we have a garden at all, actually. It happened that I was carrying some seed vegetables in it when we arrived, and the magic preserved them, so that we were able to plant and cultivate a new crop of them for everyone to share.
..."Hammerspace". Dare I ask what hammers have to do with it?
[oh, if shiro only knew some of the dumb shit these boys have stored in the armiger. like the fact that ignis has always been the responsible one shoving condoms into it for general access so that NO ONE HAS AN EXCUSE to go without.]
I'm assuming it's a reference to something, correct?
[ As much as his soul was transplanted via Allura and he's witnessed the crazy power of her control over quintessence, and despite his suffering at the hands of Haggar, his eyes still light up with boyish wonder and genuine curiosity at the idea of magic. ]
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It can't come back.
[ This isn't the body that bore it. Sitting quietly with Ignis, there's a kind of peace, a weak smile making Shiro reach out a boot to nudge Ignis's shoe. ]
I'm okay, Ignis, I promise. Now you're really starting to sound like Adam.
[ So worried, concern burrowed deep in the marrow of his bones so that eventually, by the time they grew apart and he made Shiro choose between him or his own dreams, Shiro couldn't see anything in those hazel eyes except for a reminder about his condition. ]
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[His smile here is wry, but it's there. A boot bumps against his shoe, and after a second he bumps it right back.]
I appreciate the clarification, however. It's good to know it's no longer a concern.
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Are you saying you're happy to have me around for a while longer? I didn't expect the flattery to start so soon.
[ Takashi "once was an actual little sassmaster" Shirogane. ]
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[his soul is ascending. SASSMASTERY. the true flavor of friendship and oh god it's been so long since he's been able to have a conversation like this, with no ramifications and no ulterior motive and twisted senses of humor the whole way down.]
You and Keith should come to dinner sometime. You've hardly any excuse not to; we live in the same district.
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[ There's safety in knowing he can let a little attitude out and not give the wrong impression, Ignis being with Prompto is something of a weird relief. ]
Definitely, although you'll have Kosmo coming too. We couldn't leave him behind. You're not allergic to, uh, canines?
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[For a guy capable of pulling shit out of thin air and taking it for granted, he certainly seems wary about the teleporting business.]
Does he insist on being fed from the table? I certainly hope not.
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[ Two little wolves, really. ]
Only devoured a couple hundred chocobos so far.
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[He says it pleasantly enough, but even with the hyperbole clearly present, there's still a note of nonchalance that suggests he's not entirely kidding.]
He's attached to the species, to say the least. Ours are all full-grown, and fit to bear a rider, but his is still a chick. Quite cute, and quite defenseless.
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Kosmo won't hurt them, he's ... intuitive. More with Keith, as I say, but space wolves apparently have a habit of teleporting people to where they think they need to be. He's smart enough not to eat a pet.
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[It's reassuring to hear, though, that Kosmo is a good wolf like you wanted. He's got no real objection to one, so long as it doesn't try to be the fox in the figurative henhouse.]
You should try riding one sometime. Chocobo racing is actually quite popular, where we're from; though ours aren't explicitly bred for racing, they're fairly capable of holding their own both in sprints and in distance travel.
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[ Twirling his fingers in the air to (badly) mimic wherever Ignis got the casserole from. ]
That was amazing.
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[As he talks, he reaches into the Armiger again, this time producing one of his spelldaggers.]
Conceptually, it's meant to be a repository for storing weapons. A portable armory, if you will. But in practice, we, ah...all have a bad habit of simply keeping possessions in general in it.
[He shrugs.]
It's because of the Armiger that we have a garden at all, actually. It happened that I was carrying some seed vegetables in it when we arrived, and the magic preserved them, so that we were able to plant and cultivate a new crop of them for everyone to share.
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Where I'm from, we'd call that hammerspace. It's very cool, Ignis, I'm jealous.
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[oh, if shiro only knew some of the dumb shit these boys have stored in the armiger. like the fact that ignis has always been the responsible one shoving condoms into it for general access so that NO ONE HAS AN EXCUSE to go without.]
I'm assuming it's a reference to something, correct?
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[ You heard him. ]
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[His tone is as dry as a desert.]
Now that, I'm afraid, is a reference I am familiar with. Transformation sequences and absurdly-named attacking patterns, isn't it?
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Can you do all of that?
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[HE'S LITERALLY NOT EXAGGERATING IN THE SLIGHTEST.]
Though regrettably, I'm forced to change my clothes the long way, just like everyone else.
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I do hope you're not hoping for a demonstration of that?
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[ Heh. ]