[ The smell of paint is awful in his room, it's at the worst stages of it. Enough for Ignis to grab his pillow and blanket and take refuge in one of the spare rooms.
It's time to have a rough talk with Prompto, he'd asked him to meet Ignis in the spare room that night. It's always hard, talking about what went on in Altissa.
He'd told Noctis himself and Gladio knows through the others on the train. It isn't fair to keep this from Prompto, assuming he doesn't know about it. Ignis doesn't want to keep such things from him anymore so he's willing to open up.
He sighs quietly to himself as he sits on the bed, leaning back against the wall. He's draped the blanket over himself, quietly waiting for Prompto to show up. ]
Whenever the paint is at it's worst, in person!
It's time to have a rough talk with Prompto, he'd asked him to meet Ignis in the spare room that night. It's always hard, talking about what went on in Altissa.
He'd told Noctis himself and Gladio knows through the others on the train. It isn't fair to keep this from Prompto, assuming he doesn't know about it. Ignis doesn't want to keep such things from him anymore so he's willing to open up.
He sighs quietly to himself as he sits on the bed, leaning back against the wall. He's draped the blanket over himself, quietly waiting for Prompto to show up. ]