( perhaps it's a regional thing, that polite condescension, the sort of thing that comes from whatever unknown part of eos he hails from and finds him impeccably british. there is no getting around that, and you damned well know it. he has been known, at times, to dial it back to a reasonable amount, but there is never any shortage when it comes to his prince, if only because he's well aware that it will be dealt back to him in spades.
the sound of the younger's entrance into the kitchen doesn't pass beyond his notice, not only because he has been attuned to every shift of movement for years, but more because there is a very distinct shuffle the prince gives this early in the morning ( what counts for early in noct's book, of course, still being closer to midday than it should, even when ignis rouses him at the very same time, every damned morning, and has since he was the tender age of too-young-to-be-someone-else's-retainer ), and while the advisor's attention is mostly on the mixing of the batter in front of him, the resting of that damned pointy chin against the curve of his shoulder has him turning his head. lightly. just enough that their temples bump one another.
ah, but he is incredibly soft, sometimes, when it comes to a certain brat prince, isn't he? honestly.) Welcome to the world of the living. ( there's a grin, but noct may not be able to see it from his current vantage point. )
[ his arms remain hanging uselessly at his sides, chin digging into the shoulder in a way that surely must be uncomfortable for both parties though neither of them has said anything about it yet. noctis is silent for a moment, watching the steady stirring of batter with his temple now resting against ignis's. the small shift causes his lips to curve into a smile not easily seen by his advisor, being busy with breakfast and all. ]
Reluctantly joining it, [ noctis murmurs with a still sleep-foggy voice ( which isn't all too different from his regular speaking voice, let us be perfectly honest here ), though he doesn't yawn directly in the other's ear. yet. ]
What kind of waffles?
[ gotta know the important things first thing in the morning. he has priorities and it is filling that empty stomach with sweet things and absolutely nothing remotely good for him. ]
( all right, you useless potato of a prince. if you let your arms dangle uselessly at your sides for too much longer they're going to fall asleep, and you're going to whine because it 'feels funny', and you can bet your bottom gil ( since no one actually knows what the currency in insomnia is ) that he isn't about to spend half of his morning massaging the sensation back into your finely-boned, pretty hands.
… though it stands to reason that he would, were it required of him. sigh. this man.
there's the smallest hum of a chuckle, barely more than the beginning of a warm, fond sound in the back of his throat. thank you kindly for not yawning directly into his ear. he needs that. ) Peanut butter, unless you've any objections. No visible signs of anything that might hold any nutritional value, but a decent amount of protein. ( never mind that he's going to find a way to slip in some fruit without you noticing, unless you stay right there connected to his shoulder.
oh, but here. have a glass of juice that he's offering over that shoulder. )
[fine, fine, he's moving his arms now, reaching for that glass of juice so thoughtfully prepared for him. he makes to leave his chin perch but not before a soft and barely-there nuzzle of his nose against iggy's cheek, the smallest affection before he settles ( flops ) into a chair at the adjacent table. he rubs his eyes in an almost childlike manner as he sinks into the chair, pulling one leg up while he places both elbows on the table. the food isn't here yet so that should be acceptable for now, okay.
this fruit, he can take without protest, taking a small sip of the juice and finding it satisfying. noctis sighs. ]
No objections to peanut butter, [ he conforms with a chuckle. ignis probably knew that already. ]
( ... well. there may not have been any complaints from him if the prince had decided to stay where he was — though he will need to maintain the use of peripheral movement if he's expected to keep with the making of these totally-not-completely-unhealthy pancakes. he's pleased enough that noctis takes the offered juice ( vitamin c! calcium! it's a bloody start ) and he might just give a little huff of laughter at that first comment. ) Certainly not. Especially when it's often your only source of anything remotely nutritional.
( and. whose fault is that, exactly? who caters to this boy's every whim and tantrum when it comes to a diet that consists of negative actual sustenance? honestly, ignis scientia, you aren't doing yourself or your prince any favors.
he continues mixing the batter, movements autonomous, though he doesn't miss the way noct flops down into the chair and props his elbows on the table. sigh, young man. just because the food hasn't been completely prepared yet doesn't mean you're allowed a lapse in manners.
… what manners. ) Even if, technically, peanuts are members of the Leguminosae family?
( of course he knows the scientific name. what a fucking nerd. )
[ it takes him a second because it takes much longer for prince naptis to wake up entirely every single morning. which is hell for ignis, surely, and the only way noctis has been living his life for as long as he can remember. ]
Beans?[ he makes sure to sound especially affronted by the statement if only becuase ignis thought to specifically point it out. he rests his chin over hands flattened against the table and frowns through his fallen bangs. ( nope, no manners right now. probably no manners later but it is still early in the day. ) ]
Why're you telling me this now? [ because if he was actually being serious, there might be an actual rejection of the peanut butter. but thankfully noctis likes it too much to actually deny himself that sort of bean.
( realistically speaking, ignis isn't expecting a very sudden realization to what he's just said; he's more amused with himself for having given that over in the first place, because of course he's going to think the science of it is funny, but when noct comes out with that exclamation it takes everything in him to keep from letting slip a laugh that would betray his amusement and find him caught red-handed.
also, really, no manners are expected, either. but that's just par for the course. ) To see that precise look on your face. ( maybe it's part of the fact that ignis has always been a morning person and his prince here absolutely has never been, and that gives the older a bit of a jumpstart on messing with him.
( this is for all the trouble you give him when he tries to wake you in the mornings, you see. you've brought this on yourself. )
quirking a brow, he pauses in stirring the batter for a small moment, peering back over his shoulder. ) It doesn't change the fact that you like them, does it Noct?
[ is that a catch-all response or is noctis choosing to respond to one question? we're not sure. he probably isn't sure either, the sleepyhead. at least the smell of food helps in pushing the prince further into the real world, away from dreamland.
he scrunches his face at the thought of real beans anyway. that face disappears when he lowers his head to press his forehead against his now-open palms on the table. ] Peanuts might be the only beans that are acceptable. Who called them nuts in the first place if they aren't? [ since iggy seems to be the guy with all the food science knowledge. ]
( now listen here, prince sleepyhead. boys that still somehow manage that level of sass before they've even finished their morning juice don't get the sort of delicious things he's currently attempting to prepare for you, and —
… of course,that's a lie that he can't even hope to keep up, even for the sake of a farce, because quite frankly the idea of leaving noctis without the most important meal of the day — out of spite or otherwise — leaves him with a deep feeling of regret despite having not even done it, and. ignis scientia does not have regrets.
curses. foiled by his mother-chocobo nature.
now, just because he's privy to the information that peanuts are, in fact, legumes — that does not in any way mean he knows who first started calling them nuts. he's quiet for a moment as he finishes mixing the batter, perhaps even buying himself time, before he deigns to answer. ) I'm not sure.
( gasp. the great ignis scientia ( ™ ) doesn't know something? better call someone. ) Why don't you look it up while these are cooking? ( aha, gotcha.
yes, he can find a way to make you do homework even when there should be none for you to have. if you're so interested, highness.
escusey. he must start dolloping batter on a pre-heated surface now. can't talk. )
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and finds him impeccably british. there is no getting around that, and you damned well know it.he has been known, at times, to dial it back to a reasonable amount, but there is never any shortage when it comes to his prince, if only because he's well aware that it will be dealt back to him in spades.the sound of the younger's entrance into the kitchen doesn't pass beyond his notice, not only because he has been attuned to every shift of movement for years, but more because there is a very distinct shuffle the prince gives this early in the morning ( what counts for early in noct's book, of course, still being closer to midday than it should, even when ignis rouses him at the very same time, every damned morning, and has since he was the tender age of too-young-to-be-someone-else's-retainer ), and while the advisor's attention is mostly on the mixing of the batter in front of him, the resting of that damned pointy chin against the curve of his shoulder has him turning his head. lightly. just enough that their temples bump one another.
ah, but he is incredibly soft, sometimes, when it comes to a certain brat prince, isn't he? honestly. ) Welcome to the world of the living. ( there's a grin, but noct may not be able to see it from his current vantage point. )
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Reluctantly joining it, [ noctis murmurs with a still sleep-foggy voice ( which isn't all too different from his regular speaking voice, let us be perfectly honest here ), though he doesn't yawn directly in the other's ear. yet. ]
What kind of waffles?
[ gotta know the important things first thing in the morning. he has priorities and it is filling that empty stomach with sweet things and absolutely nothing remotely good for him. ]
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… though it stands to reason that he would, were it required of him. sigh. this man.
there's the smallest hum of a chuckle, barely more than the beginning of a warm, fond sound in the back of his throat. thank you kindly for not yawning directly into his ear. he needs that. ) Peanut butter, unless you've any objections. No visible signs of anything that might hold any nutritional value, but a decent amount of protein. ( never mind that he's going to find a way to slip in some fruit without you noticing, unless you stay right there connected to his shoulder.
oh, but here. have a glass of juice that he's offering over that shoulder. )
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[ fine, fine, he's moving his arms now, reaching for that glass of juice so thoughtfully prepared for him. he makes to leave his chin perch but not before a soft and barely-there nuzzle of his nose against iggy's cheek, the smallest affection before he settles ( flops ) into a chair at the adjacent table. he rubs his eyes in an almost childlike manner as he sinks into the chair, pulling one leg up while he places both elbows on the table. the food isn't here yet so that should be acceptable for now, okay.
this fruit, he can take without protest, taking a small sip of the juice and finding it satisfying. noctis sighs. ]
No objections to peanut butter, [ he conforms with a chuckle. ignis probably knew that already. ]
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( and. whose fault is that, exactly? who caters to this boy's every whim and tantrum when it comes to a diet that consists of negative actual sustenance? honestly, ignis scientia, you aren't doing yourself or your prince any favors.
he continues mixing the batter, movements autonomous, though he doesn't miss the way noct flops down into the chair and props his elbows on the table. sigh, young man. just because the food hasn't been completely prepared yet doesn't mean you're allowed a lapse in manners.
… what manners. ) Even if, technically, peanuts are members of the Leguminosae family?
( of course he knows the scientific name. what a fucking nerd. )
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Beans? [ he makes sure to sound especially affronted by the statement if only becuase ignis thought to specifically point it out. he rests his chin over hands flattened against the table and frowns through his fallen bangs. ( nope, no manners right now. probably no manners later but it is still early in the day. ) ]
Why're you telling me this now? [ because if he was actually being serious, there might be an actual rejection of the peanut butter. but thankfully noctis likes it too much to actually deny himself that sort of bean.
the rest can go burn, though. ]
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also, really, no manners are expected, either. but that's just par for the course. ) To see that precise look on your face. ( maybe it's part of the fact that ignis has always been a morning person and his prince here absolutely has never been, and that gives the older a bit of a jumpstart on messing with him.
( this is for all the trouble you give him when he tries to wake you in the mornings, you see. you've brought this on yourself. )
quirking a brow, he pauses in stirring the batter for a small moment, peering back over his shoulder. ) It doesn't change the fact that you like them, does it Noct?
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[ is that a catch-all response or is noctis choosing to respond to one question? we're not sure. he probably isn't sure either, the sleepyhead. at least the smell of food helps in pushing the prince further into the real world, away from dreamland.
he scrunches his face at the thought of real beans anyway. that face disappears when he lowers his head to press his forehead against his now-open palms on the table. ] Peanuts might be the only beans that are acceptable. Who called them nuts in the first place if they aren't? [ since iggy seems to be the guy with all the food science knowledge. ]
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… of course,that's a lie that he can't even hope to keep up, even for the sake of a farce, because quite frankly the idea of leaving noctis without the most important meal of the day — out of spite or otherwise — leaves him with a deep feeling of regret despite having not even done it, and. ignis scientia does not have regrets.
curses. foiled by his mother-chocobo nature.
now, just because he's privy to the information that peanuts are, in fact, legumes — that does not in any way mean he knows who first started calling them nuts. he's quiet for a moment as he finishes mixing the batter, perhaps even buying himself time, before he deigns to answer. ) I'm not sure.
( gasp. the great ignis scientia ( ™ ) doesn't know something? better call someone. ) Why don't you look it up while these are cooking? ( aha, gotcha.
yes, he can find a way to make you do homework even when there should be none for you to have. if you're so interested, highness.
escusey. he must start dolloping batter on a pre-heated surface now. can't talk. )