[ And Ignis will hear a small scene happening outside his house, as Josuke tries to stop the chocobos (????) from getting too close to his hair. He's afraid of being pecked here! ]
Hey! Watch the hair -- What even are you guys, overgrown chickens?
[ In his hand is a violin, and it looks to be in good shape. ]
Something like that. Coincidentally, we also have chickens on the premises, or so I'm told.
[This is truly the most bizarre house but hey, it's not like Josuke is unused to bizarre adventures. Meanwhile, Ignis is just kind of casually leaning on the doorjamb, watching this melee and wiping his hands on a rag like he's just finished washing them.]
Aurorean! Leave him be, go on.
[Abashed, the waiting chocobo turns a look toward Ignis, and then shuffles backward a few steps almost gultily.]
And you must be Josuke?
[He's probably going to pronounce that wrong at first, sorry Josuke.]
You have chickens? [ Chickens just, wandering around. This really is a bizarre house. In any case, he's glad his perfect hair is no longer in finger of being pecked out of place. This hairdo is more important than his life, probably. ]
Yeah, that's me. And you must be Mr. Ignis. [ Violin tucked under his arm (please, Josuke, treat a muscial instrument with respect), Josuke starts to comb his hair back into place. It's almost a reflex action after it gets even mildly ruffled up. ]
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Hey! Watch the hair -- What even are you guys, overgrown chickens?
[ In his hand is a violin, and it looks to be in good shape. ]
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[This is truly the most bizarre house but hey, it's not like Josuke is unused to bizarre adventures. Meanwhile, Ignis is just kind of casually leaning on the doorjamb, watching this melee and wiping his hands on a rag like he's just finished washing them.]
Aurorean! Leave him be, go on.
[Abashed, the waiting chocobo turns a look toward Ignis, and then shuffles backward a few steps almost gultily.]
And you must be Josuke?
[He's probably going to pronounce that wrong at first, sorry Josuke.]
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Yeah, that's me. And you must be Mr. Ignis. [ Violin tucked under his arm (please, Josuke, treat a muscial instrument with respect), Josuke starts to comb his hair back into place. It's almost a reflex action after it gets even mildly ruffled up. ]
Where'd you even get those guys? From your home?