Bonds and Talks and Chocobros, Oh My! [closed]

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Who: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, and Ignis Scientia
When: July 6th onwards
Where: Prompto's place and Noct/Iggy's place
What: Bonding needs to happen stat, but so do some important conversations.
Warnings: TBD

Starters below because there's a lot of threads about to happen here.

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[He's seen the fur before, so it's not like it's shocking. But nothing else seems out of place.

A thought. He draws his fingers up into the fur and runs them back along it, in the direction of hair growth. He's... petting it. Okay.]

You've been through things I only have nightmares about. You've seen things I've come to fear, in a sense.

[He rests his chin on Prompto's shoulder.]

I'm sure we all have similar nightmares. Similar recollections. That's when I need it the most. When I wake up alone. There was something comforting about being close to all of you.

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[He's...being pet. He loves this holy shit.]

Mmm, yeah. I need to talk to Paris, see if he's cool with you guys moving in now that we're bonded...oh, but you've got Caren to worry about.

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[He likes it? Ignis will keep it up. His fingers work higher up from time to time, and he traces little pointless shapes in the fur, too.]

I don't know that Caren would want to live nearer. She appreciates her independence, I think. I'll speak with her about it, though.

[This is nice. It's so nice, it's soothing, it's comfortable. Ignis feels like they belong in situations like this, cozy and close. Maybe that's the Bond talking--he experienced it in the temporary one with Caren, after all--but... it's so lovely he can't help himself. Turning his head, he reaches up to pull Prompto's hair back from his neck slightly and presses his face into the little tuft of hair he's pulled back.]

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[Okay, now it's...not weird but not what he expected? Prompto freezes for a moment, afraid Ignis found something, but relaxes when he doesn't move.]

I mean, I have the stable?

[Bad joke, Prom.]

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Yes, I'm sure she would appreciate cuddling a chocobo in the dark of the night.

[A light chuckle, close enough to Prompto's skin that he'll surely feel the breath there.]

Do you mind if I ask you something personal?

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[He shudders--goosebumps]

Dude, you've washed my laundry. Ask anything.

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[Oh, the shudder.]

...Apologies. Should I give you some space?

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No, you're fine. Goosebumps, that's all. What's the question?

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[He mulls over how to ask this... How to... process what he's thinking. He has to choose his words carefully, because he's Ignis, because he's exacting like that.]

Have you ever had... particular feelings for someone?

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Gonna have to be more specific there, Iggy.

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[Wow, no, abort abort this is actually embarrassing. But...]

An emotional attachment.

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Like...I mean, there's you and Noct and Gladio? Like that sorta thing or...?

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[He shakes his head and buries his face in Prompto's hair for a moment before backing off with a sigh.]

Not... quite. Though I suppose it's similar. Deeper than a surface level attraction, but not as deep as what we all have. And of a different quality, in certain ways. Though... it's not as though I'm not attracted to you.

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[You can almost hear the record scratch.]

Wait. You--you think I'm attractive?!

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[Yike.]

Yes, obviously. ...Is it not obvious?

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No??

[What the heck.]

I-I mean maybe to other people but, uh, not me. Holy shit.

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[Hm. Miscalculation.]

I don't know how else to say this... you're absolutely my type, in a lot of ways. Not that I only look at you in a shallow manner, please don't think that.

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[Give him a second before--yep. Oddly canine yip-squeak.]

I'm your type? Me. Holy shit.

[He's someone's type! He's Ignis's type.]

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Honestly, what did you think my type was?

[He chuckles softly.]

Not that I'd pursue you, of course. I think... your eyes are elsewhere.

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Not perky blonds, that's for sure.

[Excuse him, he's going to bask in this for a second before what Ignis says hits him.]

Back up back up. One, you'd go after me? Two, what's that supposed to me?

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I enjoy bright, energetic people. People with softly held ambition. People who enjoy my cooking.

[He smiles.]

If things were different, I might, yes. [Not addressing question two.]

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Huh.

[Baffled Prompto is baffled. People don't--he's not the guy folks crush on or are interested in. At least not where he can hear it.]

And the second bit?

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[Oh how he hates to break it to you.]

Frankly, I always thought you and Noct made a lovely duo.

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[Ignis can probably feel a little shot of...pain? Over their Bond. Poor Noct.]

I mean, aesthetics sure but...he's still in love with Lady Lunafreya, pretty sure and defs not me.

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[Oh. He didn't mean to hit the nail directly on the head like that.]

I say this as someone who sees Noct every day, and who has for most of his life and mine: He has a greater capacity for affection than he lets on. I won't pretend to be able to read his mind, but he doesn't treat anyone else the way he treats you, not even myself.