( Well indeed. But Ignis won't say anything about that. He'll just take another sip of coffee, glance at the navigator again. Surely they're getting closer, the last thing any of them need is to not only be stranded out of the way of a campsite, but completely devoid of petrol as well.
Calling Cindy is an option, but not the ideal one. Not at this time, and he is loath to make a lady go out of her way as much as he is to make her bloody her hands. )
As well as can be expected. ( As long as they're driving, it'll be fine, although he worries about what all this caffeine is going to do to his sleep cycle. )
Do you think we've missed something?
( It just seems that it's been an awfully long time on the road, and even longer still since they've come across anything dangerous. Surely one or the other should have happened by now. )
( he knows that cindy never minds coming to get them when they have to call her to do so – but it's a matter of principle, really, that they should stay on top of things and not find themselves stranded when it would have been simple enough to stop at a station a bit out of the way to fill up. top off. whatever.
and he has to admit, whether he likes to or not, it's a bit too quiet for his liking. with how long they've been on the road and how long it's been since their last encounter, monster or imperial. he gives a thoughtful sort of sound at that, rubbing at the edge of his jaw. ) Don't think so, but now that you mention it … I'm not a hundred percent sure.
( that feeling you get when you don't think about something until someone else brings it up, and then it's the only thing you can think about. ugh. talk about a drag – )
I think we're all just tired, or somethin'. Once we get some rest I'm sure everything'll feel like it should.
( oh, and, idk. thanks for not calling him out on the fact that he doesn't know how to drive. truly, you are a bro. )
( With the kids the Prince and Prompto asleep in the back, and themselves in less than ideal condition, it would hardly do to be caught in a battle. His lips purse for a moment - this definitely seems like a trap. Too good to be true.
Instinct isn't always right, but in this case it's better safe than sorry. )
Do you know of any nearby rest stops? ( So sue him, while you were all in the diner, Ignis was at the shop, stocking up on packets of Ebony to make his life easier.
You don't call him out on his coffee problem and he won't say anything about not taking driving lessons. Not out loud, anyway. )
( it's definitely beginning to feel more and more like a trap the further they go, and gladio would be lying to himself, the gods and everyone in the car if he tried to get away with saying that it didn't leave him feeling a bit unsettled. he checks the navigator just to validate what he's thinking – which is, of course, that he can't think of any rest stops that aren't still miles away – and he flops back against the seat with a sigh, something that borders on a groan.
do you think he's really going to judge you for your caffeine habit? what mother doesn't practically need an iv drip of the stuff in order to keep up with their children?) None that aren't at least an hour away. ( it sounds almost as a grumble as he rubs at his eyes, then trains his gaze back on the road in front of them. )
Not even any decent places to set up camp. I'm about to say the hell with it and pitch the tent right in the middle of the road.
( Going in blind. Not exactly Ignis' preference, but alas, the world calls for it more often than not, and in this inky darkness-
Well, they'll be going in blind in more than one way. With a low huff of air, a definite sign of dissatisfaction, Ignis pulls the Regalia over to the side of the road and checks on their passengers in the back.
Still sound asleep and looking incredibly innocent. If he didn't know better, he'd think they were just any two boys, worn out from a day of fun. )
It's that, or we carry them both until we find a more suitable location.
( They're both less than ideal, but Ignis' voice leaves no doubt as to which of those options he'd rather take their chances with.
Hint: It's the one with far less likelihood of also being run over, should they oversleep.
Ignis pls when have you ever let anyone oversleep )
I CAN ONLY IMAGINE ugh this would be me writing for prompto post-13
( going in blind is never going to be a preference for anyone, but sometimes there are no other alternatives, and you've got to do the best with what you've got. and … more often than not, they find themselves flying by the seat of their pants at any given time, not knowing what they're about to find themselves up against one way or the other, and there's nothing else but to call it but … what it is.
behind them, the younger boys are still fast asleep, looking far, far more innocent than they have any right to. ( sleep does that sort of thing to you, doesn't it? makes all the edges softer, everything a little less harsh, even when the darkness around them is all but suppressing everything –
but at least their prince and photographer are getting some much-needed rest. they definitely need it. )
he snorts out a laugh, running a hand back through his hair. ) Yeah, that ain't gonna happen, and you know it. ( could you even carry one of them? with those scrawny arms?
gladio … not everyone can be a musclehead like you. don't you even start judging.
he twists around in his seat when they come to a stop, peering into the back with the slightest hint of mischief in his eyes as he looks back to ignis. ) How you wanna wake 'em up?
( Now, see here. He's more than capable of shifting at least one of them. Prompto is tiny and there's always the piggy back option. Muscleheadedness is not always required.
Although if Gladio insists, he can always carry both of them, like a good pack mule. Ignis won't complain. (Although he will give out a very dignified, thank you very much huff at the insinuation that he couldn't.)
His eyes, and body, eventually follow Gladio's own, once the car is fully shut off and he's had yet another sip of coffee.
(Of course he isn't smirking. That's just a trick of the light. He'd never be so devious-
Who are we kidding?) )
Cold water usually does the trick for Noct, if we have any.
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Calling Cindy is an option, but not the ideal one. Not at this time, and he is loath to make a lady go out of her way as much as he is to make her bloody her hands. )
As well as can be expected. ( As long as they're driving, it'll be fine, although he worries about what all this caffeine is going to do to his sleep cycle. )
Do you think we've missed something?
( It just seems that it's been an awfully long time on the road, and even longer still since they've come across anything dangerous. Surely one or the other should have happened by now. )
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and he has to admit, whether he likes to or not, it's a bit too quiet for his liking. with how long they've been on the road and how long it's been since their last encounter, monster or imperial. he gives a thoughtful sort of sound at that, rubbing at the edge of his jaw. ) Don't think so, but now that you mention it … I'm not a hundred percent sure.
( that feeling you get when you don't think about something until someone else brings it up, and then it's the only thing you can think about. ugh. talk about a drag – )
I think we're all just tired, or somethin'. Once we get some rest I'm sure everything'll feel like it should.
( oh, and, idk. thanks for not calling him out on the fact that he doesn't know how to drive. truly, you are a bro. )
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the kidsthe Prince and Prompto asleep in the back, and themselves in less than ideal condition, it would hardly do to be caught in a battle. His lips purse for a moment - this definitely seems like a trap. Too good to be true.Instinct isn't always right, but in this case it's better safe than sorry. )
Do you know of any nearby rest stops? ( So sue him, while you were all in the diner, Ignis was at the shop, stocking up on packets of Ebony to make his life easier.
You don't call him out on his coffee problem and he won't say anything about not taking driving lessons. Not out loud, anyway. )
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do you think he's really going to judge you for your caffeine habit?
what mother doesn't practically need an iv drip of the stuff in order to keep up with their children?) None that aren't at least an hour away. ( it sounds almost as a grumble as he rubs at his eyes, then trains his gaze back on the road in front of them. )Not even any decent places to set up camp. I'm about to say the hell with it and pitch the tent right in the middle of the road.
help rping as this child is hard after YKW
Well, they'll be going in blind in more than one way. With a low huff of air, a definite sign of dissatisfaction, Ignis pulls the Regalia over to the side of the road and checks on their passengers in the back.
Still sound asleep and looking incredibly innocent. If he didn't know better, he'd think they were just any two boys, worn out from a day of fun. )
It's that, or we carry them both until we find a more suitable location.
( They're both less than ideal, but Ignis' voice leaves no doubt as to which of those options he'd rather take their chances with.
Hint: It's the one with far less likelihood of also being run over, should they oversleep.
Ignis pls when have you ever let anyone oversleep)I CAN ONLY IMAGINE ugh this would be me writing for prompto post-13
behind them, the younger boys are still fast asleep, looking far, far more innocent than they have any right to. ( sleep does that sort of thing to you, doesn't it? makes all the edges softer, everything a little less harsh, even when the darkness around them is all but suppressing everything –
but at least their prince and photographer are getting some much-needed rest. they definitely need it. )
he snorts out a laugh, running a hand back through his hair. ) Yeah, that ain't gonna happen, and you know it. ( could you even carry one of them? with those scrawny arms?
gladio … not everyone can be a musclehead like you. don't you even start judging.he twists around in his seat when they come to a stop, peering into the back with the slightest hint of mischief in his eyes as he looks back to ignis. ) How you wanna wake 'em up?
nopes out of that idea ;-; happy aus only
Although if Gladio insists, he can always carry both of them, like a good pack mule. Ignis won't complain. (Although he will give out a very dignified, thank you very much huff at the insinuation that he couldn't.)
His eyes, and body, eventually follow Gladio's own, once the car is fully shut off and he's had yet another sip of coffee.
(Of course he isn't smirking. That's just a trick of the light. He'd never be so devious-
Who are we kidding?) )
Cold water usually does the trick for Noct, if we have any.