[For a moment, he just lets his eyes close, as though willing to have the patience to deal with this even more than he already has, and without pointing out every single contradictory statement Prompto had just made within the past few minutes alone. In a council debate, he would have already ripped the boy to pieces for as much as one statement betrays the last, the sheer inconsistency in what he's asking for, the way his words and actions don't line up.
Prompto doesn't want anything, and yet he looks to him for reassurance. This entire disagreement stemmed from their differing viewpoints being stated aloud and their separate methodologies, and yet Prompto had suggested he was 'free' to express his opinion. (Likely simply a show of trying to be more morally correct, Ignis assumes.)
But maybe that's just what it means to be more in touch with ones emotions: To succumb to the irrationality of it all. To know that it's useless and unproductive and nonsensical, and to revel in it anyway.
Useless.]
Should I begin to feel helpless, I'll remember that you've granted your permission.
[...He may not be going on the attack, but that doesn't mean he can help himself from those straight up sassy comments.]
[prompto can't read ignis's mind, and so puts his hands up in an obvious display of frustration and annoyance. at this point, he really doesn't want to argue with ignis any further.]
Fine. Great.
[shoes on, he pushes for the door.]
I'll catch you later.
[there is nothing more that he wants to add; he just wants to disappear, leave, and find refuge elsewhere. he has plenty of options for that--to be where he can find solace and more given understanding than the one which ignis doesn't seem able to provide.]
[out the doorway he goes, and disappears around the corner, a tumble of blond hair and hands shoved into his pockets.]
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Prompto doesn't want anything, and yet he looks to him for reassurance. This entire disagreement stemmed from their differing viewpoints being stated aloud and their separate methodologies, and yet Prompto had suggested he was 'free' to express his opinion. (Likely simply a show of trying to be more morally correct, Ignis assumes.)
But maybe that's just what it means to be more in touch with ones emotions: To succumb to the irrationality of it all. To know that it's useless and unproductive and nonsensical, and to revel in it anyway.
Useless.]
Should I begin to feel helpless, I'll remember that you've granted your permission.
[...He may not be going on the attack, but that doesn't mean he can help himself from those straight up sassy comments.]
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Fine. Great.
[shoes on, he pushes for the door.]
I'll catch you later.
[there is nothing more that he wants to add; he just wants to disappear, leave, and find refuge elsewhere. he has plenty of options for that--to be where he can find solace and more given understanding than the one which ignis doesn't seem able to provide.]
[out the doorway he goes, and disappears around the corner, a tumble of blond hair and hands shoved into his pockets.]