Would You Believe Me If I Said... [Ignis]

[Prompto (Shotgun) Zarxen]

Well that hadn't gone well. At least for once in his life Prompto could be truthful when he told Ignis that it wasn't completely his fault that the car was a little banged up. Thought he didn't think it had looked too bad when he had gotten out to take a look at the exterior of the car. Sure, it had some scratches to the body, but over all, it was at least still in tact! That had to count for something, right? Right! No way Ignis could be m-...okay, so Ignis could always be able to find something to be mad about. If he got a thousand cookies for free he would probably still complain that they weren't the right type or they were too sweet or something. Prompto didn't even try to figure that guy out anymore, it just wasn't worth it. Dimming the lights, Prompto started pulling back into the drive he had just left a few hours before.

All he'd wanted was to go out to the bar, have a few drinks, talk to some pretty women, hang out with some friends he knew, and then come home to relax and sleep an entire seven hour night before he had to get up and do his thing as a guardian. But that was obviously too difficult. He should have known better then to take a car that was marked as that of a Caelum vehicle. In particular, the car that technically belonged to the official chauffeur of the prince. Being connected to the royal family could definitely have its benefits1. But sometimes it could just be a pain in the ass. Tonight had been a perfect example of that. He'd been minding his own business and driving safely, (if racing people and hotrodding around could be classified as 'safe') when two unmarked black cars had pulled up on either side of him. Being from the streets and a fugitive, Prompto had instantly realized the bad situation he was in. Perhaps he could be dumb in some areas, but Prompto was street savvy.

And unfortunately, his hunch had been right. Perhaps they had thought he was chauffeured around the prince, but the men had opened fire on him, spattering the body of the car with bullets. Prompto had had one hell of a time keeping that car in the road with two others trying to run him off it. He'd led them on a merry chase though, and seriously hoped no innocent person had caught a bullet in the wild chase that had occurred during the past hours. Dimming the headlights, Prompto pulled into the same driveway he had pulled out of only hours before, dog tired and in need of a shower and some shut eye. He'd managed to dispose of both vehicles and their drivers, but it had taken a toll on himself as well as Ignis' car. One he had played chicken with and ran of the bridge and into the river below. The other he had shot the tire of of. Using his shotgun, he had caused the car to flip over itself and land on the roof. Fortunately he had lived through the mess. Unfortunately, Ignis' car hadn't been so lucky.

Prompto really hoped Noct didn't watch the morning news the following day. Another nice thing would be if the power went out in the city for a few days and no one got to see any TV. He also hoped the news cast hadn't gotten any footage of the events that had taken place. Prompto had come out on top, but Ignis would have a heart attack if he saw how Prompto had done it. The garage door opened at the press of the button in the car. Driving the car in, he cringed at the 'scraaape' he heard, probably belonging to some piece that was dragging on the ground from his adventure. Putting the car into park, Prompto shut it off and stepped out as the car shuddered and groaned at finally getting to rest. Shutting the door, Prompto turned around, saying the first thing that came to mind when he saw the state the car was in.

"Shit..."

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Words:; 887
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Ignis
Outfit:; Something XD
Location:; Caelum garage
Notes;; XD He's gonna die
Listening To:; --

[Ignis]

(OOC: Hope this was okay, if not, I can modify! ^_^)

Ignis hadn't the faintest idea of what had just transpired some time ago that night. In fact, Ignis had been rather busy looking up information on his personal laptop. Almost always, his mind was whirling with something and almost always, he was looking up information. It was always best to be ahead of everything. More often than not, it had allowed himself and his group of friends to survive whatever had been thrown at them. As of late, it seemed like there was even an internal royal struggle going on. Due to his friendship with Noctis, Ignis's loyalty rested with him. Ignis just hoped nothing like that would happen but considering how things were going, it really looked as if things were headed that way. Being an appointed guardian, Ignis would even defend Noctis from his own family if he had to.

By the time Prompto had arrived, Ignis was still unaware of the damage that the blond had done to his car. In fact, he might just notice it in the morning when he had to go and inspect it for bombs before heading out with it. He had been doing this kind of thing ever since becoming a driver for Noctis. There was no telling if an enemy located the vehicle and planted an explosive or if someone from the inside tried to do the same to do away with Noctis.

It wasn't until one in the morning when Ignis decided to head for bed. Closing his laptop after shutting it down, he headed towards his room's light switch and turned off the lights. Making it to bed, he had yet to see what horrors the next morning were about to bring.

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Ignis gave a bit of a grumble when he heard his digital alarm clock going off at 6 AM. Rolling over, he tapped the snooze button on the alarm clock before getting up. Locating his glasses, he put them on his face before getting to his feet. As he did every morning, Ignis was usually the first one up, getting ready and out before the others were. It's not that he enjoyed being an early bird but rather because he had to do a number of things with the car to ensure it as fine before the others would show up.

It was a typical, uneventful day but there was no telling when something would take place at a moment's notice. For that, Ignis was always prepared for just in case. However, nothing could prepare him for what he was about to find once he had finished getting ready for the day. Checking the time, Ignis strode out of his room dressed in a slightly more casual leather suit.

As he walked down the halls, he looked around his surroundings like he always did for any signs of hostility. After the attack on the palace the last time, Ignis was not going to be caught unaware. In fact, since then, he had tripled his awareness. He was a strategist but he couldn't always predict when an enemy would decide to launch an attack. It would be a pretty sucky morning if someone did go and do just that. Of course, for Ignis and by extension, Prompto, the morning was definitely going to be quite an unpleasant one for the both of them. The fact the two were complete opposites was usually the reason why they hardly, if ever, got along.

Passing several familiar faces as he went, Ignis gave a brief incline of his head or slight, casual raise of his hand in greeting as he went. He didn't stop to talk to anyone as he went. Taking the elevator down towards the garage, Ignis suspected nothing as he walked in through the door. When he did, he stopped by the light switch. Not able to see in the gloom, Ignis was about to get one hell of a surprise as he flipped the light switch on.

Bringing his eyes onto the vehicle, Ignis's eyes widened as he let out a scream. "Wh-What the HELL happened to my car?!" he exclaimed, bringing both hands to his head, clutching it and his hair in exasperation as he dropped to his knees in horror. The thing was totaled!

As he struggled to get over his shock, Ignis tried to assess what had just happened and how he was going to resolve this situation. Who and what had done this? After coming out of his initial shock, Ignis had approached the car. Running his gaze along the side, it was clear there were bullet holes as if someone driving by had shot at it. Guessing by the rest of the car's appearance, it had to have been driven during that time so that canceled out someone shooting it deliberately while the car had been parked. Now, to think who was behind this. Surely,if something this serious had happened, he would have been informed? Then it clicked.

"Prompto!" Ignis growled the name. Oh, that blond was going to get it! He turned away from the car, fists clenched, as he headed back into the building. By the time he would get to the lounge area of the fellow guardians, one of them was bound to be awake. Gladiolus, he figured would have told him if something had happened to the car. Prompto, on the other hand, had a tendency to try and hide things. Once Ignis found him, he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Although, the tempting idea of strangling him did come to mind.

Making his way all the way back to the lounging area, Ignis opened the door.

[Prompto (Shotgun) Zarxen]

Prompto inspected the car a bit more, walking around it to see just how bad it was. Not that bad! Ignis probably wouldn't even notice! '...Right, you just keep telling yourself that Prompto,' he thought to himself, blue eyes roving here and there. Okay, so maybe a new fender, a couple doors, a bumper...at least he wouldn't have to worry about getting any new tires! Those were still working perfectly fine. Yup, at least one thing about the car was still in perfect shape. Actually, he could probably wax the bullet marks right on out of that paint! Er...what paint? And the actual holes...he could...do something about that too! Yeah! He was a fixer man, he had this under control. Switch a car out for this one for a few weeks and he'd have Ignis' car back to him, no big deal! And he wouldn't even notice! Yeah, he had this totally under control.

Grinning, Prompto slapped his hand on the hood happily, but jumped when the bumper fell off the front of the car and landed on the ground with a 'bang!'. "Crap...oh well." He would just distract Ignis with...stealing his glasses and hiding them on him. Ignis couldn't see the state of his car if he literally couldn't see! So that worked out perfectly! Absolutely perfectly! Absolutely, one hundred percent perfectly! Mhm, it definitely did. Nodding to himself, Prompto glanced at his watch to see the time. When he did a groan escaped his lips. 2:46, an of course, at six, Ignis would have them all up and at it. He had the tendency to do that! Unless-...

That was a good idea. Ignis would probably look in his room for him, but he doubted that Ignis would be smart enough to check the lounge. He could probably get at least a few extra minutes of sleep if he did. And so Prompto closed the garage doors, flipped off the light and started the walk toward the mansion. Okay, his goal was so survive that maid that the Fleuret girl had brought with her. Sure, he didn't mind that Noctis had brought the Tenebrae princess home with him. Hell, Prompto was from Tenebrae, at least now he had someone here that could understand the term 'home'. The problem was that the nice, respectful woman had brought with her, a spitfire of a maid. Plump, bossy, and way too opinionated, Elise had grabbed him and tried to get him suckered into cleaning more then once. And there was no way that was happening again! She could keep her brooms and mops!

Making his way into the mansion secretly, Prompto snuck up quietly and into his room. Changing into pajamas, which just consisted of boxers, Prompto grabbed some blankets and pillows before tip toeing down toward the lounge. As he did so, very careful to not allow Elise to hear him. He swore that middle aged woman had x-ray vision and sonic hearing. Making it to the couch, he flopped on, turned off all the lights, rolled over and was instantly asleep. Blissfully unaware that Ignis was coming for him as he was sleeping so soundly, lost in dreams of beautiful, long legged beauties.

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Words:; 723
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Ignis
Outfit:; Boxers?
Location:; Lounge
Notes;;
Listening To:; Show Me A Sign - Breaking Point

[Ignis]

When Ignis opened the door, he could hear what sounded like snoring. Pushing the door open, an eyebrow quirked, Ignis scanned the room. There,on the couch, was a sleeping figure with blankets. Eyes narrowing, Ignis didn't even have to look as he used his right hand to flip on the light switch. Walking over, Ignis looked down at none other than Prompto. The blond, for some reason, had come to the lounge to sleep in. No doubt, judging by the fact he had bothered to get his blankets and even dressed down into just his boxers, he was trying to hide from someone.

Glasses glinting, Ignis could see the lights being turned on hadn't been enough to wake Prompto. That was fine, Ignis wouldn't have it any other way with what he was about to do. He hadn't closed the door on purpose as he had wandered up to the slumbering figure that was Prompto. Taking a step back, Ignis grabbed hold of the doorknob. His blue eyes watching Prompto for any signs of waking up. So far, the blond appeared to be oblivious. With a mighty swing of the door, Ignis put as much momentum and power as he could behind his swinging of the door. The result was a loud SLAM!

The driver waited for Prompto to react to the sudden, thunderous noise that had just permeated the area. No doubt, it would be a rude awakening for the blond but Ignis didn't care. He was ticked off and right now, it was hard to keep himself from doing something far worse at the moment. Almost always, these two were getting into some sort of conflict. It was a wonder how Noctis put up with them whenever they started squabbling with each other. No doubt, this morning would not be a good one for anyone within ten feet of them or on the same floor as them.

[Prompto (Shotgun) Zarxen]

Dreams.

Glorious dreams. Dreams of fast cars, nicely shaped women, and sunny, tropical places. That was what had finally entered Prompto’s mind as he curled up on the couch instead of his nice, comfy bed. The things Ignis did to him were unjust, inhumane, but he loved to get them out of his head by thinking of other, more glorious things to think about. And thankfully, in his dreams, he could totally forget about the stick up his ass guardian pal of theirs and focus on more critical things. His dreams obviously knew how to party, and where they should be in their thoughts. Turning around to face the door, Prompto wrapped his arms around the body of a sexy blonde that had those eyes that could kill(or a pillow, which had to substitute in this situation), and then-

WHAM!

Something entirely too loud filled his dream, startling him so badly he physically jumped. In doing so, he fell away from his blonde and landed on the floor, shattering his dreams into thin air around him. “IT WASN’T ME!”, he shouted out without knowing what had made the noise or why he was mentioning that it wasn’t his fault. Blinking against the light and not knowing what to make of the situation…being in the lounge room instead of his own room, or just what had caused him to jump, he tried to get to his feet. Unfortunately, his blanket was all tangled around his legs, and he could only thrash wildly, depositing his ‘blonde’ a few feet away and rolling around while continuing to flail.

Finally he got free. Kicking his blanket away, Prompto rolled to sitting position and glanced up-…”Oh crap,” he muttered out. “It’s only you? The hell’s gotten into you? Slamming doors like that. You’re gonna wake the dead,” he mumbled out, retrieving his pillow and blanket and giving Ignis a disgruntled look, not even realizing why Ignis was there or what exactly he was so pissed about. Obviously nothing mattered but his own comfort. “What are you so hot and bothered about anyway Four Eyes?”, he grumbled out, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair in frustration. “It’s almost like someone-…”

“Oh shit,” he hissed out then. The car…it all came back to him at that moment.

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Words:; 580
Muse:; Great despite short xD
Tagged:; Ignis
Outfit:; Boxers
Location:; Lounge
Notes;;
Listening To:; --

[Ignis]

(OOC: I keep forgetting to make his rp template lmao. I gotta do that when I've time later today.)

Ignis watched as the blond launched himself off of the couch. Despite his anger with Prompto, Ignis couldn't help but have a faint smirk appear on his face at that moment. It was a bit funny to watch how Prompto was reacting. Still, he was mad at him so the moment of amusement was gone as he watched the blond take in his surroundings with obvious confusion written all over his face. Trying to get up, Shotgun soon learned that it wasn't going to work very well for him. He had to resort to flailing around wildly before he finally managed to kick off the blanket he had thoroughly entangled himself with.

Once he finally recovered and looked up, only then did he take notice of Ignis's presence. As expected, Prompto wasn't happy to see him and neither was Ignis happy to see Prompto. Honestly, if he hadn't trashed the car, they wouldn't be in this predicament to begin with. They could go about their merry ways without bothering each other. Unfortunately, Prompto never seemed to learn this and was always getting on Ignis's nerves one way or the other. It was a lucky thing for him that Gladiolus and Noctis liked him or Ingis would've probably left him on the side of a street somewhere and not have looked back by now. Either that...or have murdered him by now. It was also lucky no one had ever informed Ignis of the fact that Prompto had been a fugitive. However, Ignis could have guessed it for himself on his own already. Guns, after all, weren't allowed in this kingdom and yet Prompto had one even before joining their group.

When Prompto spoke, Ignis just glared at him, not even moving an inch as Prompto gathered his pillow and blanket. One would've thought by now that Prompto would have at least registered by now that he was in for trouble. Unfortunately, he didn't as he went on to ask Ignis, in an obviously disgruntled fashion of his own, what he was so bothered about. It wasn't until he followed it up with his next few words when Shotgun finally realized why Ignis was ticked off. His "Oh shit" was enough to confirm it all.

"Yes, that's exactly what you're in right now. You're in it so deep, you have noidea!" Ignis retorted icily. He really had Prompto cornered. If he wanted to hurt him, he could have by now but Ignis was restraining himself. He knew that Prompto's skills with his gun were useful. That and, even though he didn't like Shotgun, Ignis didn't think he could actually cripple the guy. It was just during times like these when he felt murderous towards him. So yes, him wanting to murder Prompto wasn't an exaggeration but that didn't mean he'd actually follow through with it.

"Mind telling me just WHAT THE HELL YOU WERE DOING LAST NIGHT THAT GOT THE CAR TRASHED?!" he bellowed. Here they went. Another one of their shouting sessions, no doubt. Everyone in the building would most likely hear them. Oddly enough, this sort of thing was normal between them. Ignis had tried to accept Prompto as one of them but it was very difficult to because of times like these. Honestly, Ignis believed that he was a bit stuck up in being so distant and cold with the blond but it wasn't like Prompto was helping his situation any either in this. The fact Shotgun kept going and doing things like this pissed Ignis off to no end. If Prompto could actually go for a week without causing any sort of trouble, Ignis might have a better opinion of him and a much better tolerance for him.

As Ignis demanded that of Prompto, he tried to think of what he'd use in the car's place. Luckily for them, being what they were, getting a second car...well, fourth car wouldn't be too difficult for Ignis. Even still, he hated how Prompto kept destroying them. This was the fourth car wrecked! They were causing the royal family needless expenses. If this kept up, they could possibly end up fired if a better crystal guardian were to come along.

"This has to be the fourth wrecked car in just two months!" he continued, his voice no longer shouting at this point but still seething with rage. Not only that but it was a damn near miracle Prompto managed to survive the wrecks. How he did it, Ignis wouldn't know. "Just how the bloody hell did you manage to even survive that?!" he exclaimed. Prompto could probably take this as Ignis's consideration for his well being despite the fact that Ignis seemed to hate him. Really, Ignis did care for those in their group of four. It's just with Prompto, he didn't show it all that often considering they had rows like this all the time.

[Prompto (Shotgun) Zarxen]

Understanding didn’t come quickly to the young man, but when it did finally dawn, Prompto’s blue eyes swung to Ignis and watched his reaction. He was in so deep? Okay, well obviously, the man didn’t seem to like anything BUT his car. Hell, he’d rather be out there polishing that blasted car then clubbing with him and sweet talking some innocent girl, or not innocent, that worked too. But the point was that the guy seriously had his priorities messed up. For heaven sake, it was just a car! On the scale of things that were actually important, he didn’t think a car was up there. Hell, you could always steal another one! “I’m in so deep? Actually Iggy, I’m standing on the same ground you are. I don’t see any pot holes to stand in or anything,” he said cheerfully, even adding a wink. Come on, Ignis had to lighten up somtime!

Yawning and stretching nonchalantly, Prompto folded up his blanket and tossed it and his pillow back on the couch as Ignis had his little spaz attack. “Hey, hey, don’t get your undies in a bundle! It’s just a car, that’s the great thing, ya know, you can just tow it to the local garage and they’ll probably even repair it for free because you’re a guardian of the prince.” Kicking the cushion back into place, he yawned, rubbed his hard, muscley abs and stretched before raising a foot to stamp down the cushion back into its proper place. “And for your information undie bundle man, I was simply taking it out to go clubbing and two black cars jumped me to try running me off the road. I had a hell of a time getting away, AND I hope you know that I didn’t even get any sexy babe out of the deal, so really, YOU should be the one explaining to ME why the hell that happened.”, he mentioned with righteous indignation.

“And it wasn’t the fourth car. I only trashed three, the fourth only had a busted engine, so you can’t really say that was completely trashed.”, he mentioned cheerfully, sending a grin over toward his fellow guardian. He got along well with Glady, and he did like hanging out with Noctis, but really, for some reason he absolutely loved getting Ignis riled up. It was a talent to be able to do so, and he would whole heartedly admit to that! To make sure that Ignis did get riled up, he jabbed Ignis’ chest with his finger. “Soooo, I’m ready to listen to your apology any time you’re ready to give it,” he mentioned devilishly.

“How did I survive? How did I survive?! You have to ASK?! I’m the Prompto! Nothing will ever kill me!”, he said with a chest puffed out, hands settled on his hips. “And also the fact that I was thinking of your beautiful face and how much I wanted to see it while you were telling me how sorry you were that your car is the reason for my not getting to spend some time with a sexy little club girl. So go on, I’m waiting for an apology.”

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Words:; 746
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Ignis
Outfit:; Boxers!
Location:; Lounge
Notes;; I apologize for Prompto muse
Listening To:; The Corner - Staind

[Ignis]

Ignis's expression went from malicious amusement to a flat look in response to Prompto's words. He had just stated rhetorically that he was in deep shit and yet, Prompto did not seem to catch what he was saying. Either that or he had and was just being a pain in the ass about it. Ignis made no comment in response, just going silent as he seemed to glare into the blonde's being. If looks could kill, his would definitely at this point in time. Ignis didn't appreciate Prompto ruining his things. Borrowing was one thing but ruining it when you didn't even ask to borrow the car in the first place? Yeah, Ignis was understandably pissed off.

As Ignis had begun ranting to Prompto, the blonde seemed to not even care as he tossed his blanket and pillow back onto the couch. How the maid of that Stella woman hadn't noticed Prompto in here yet was a real mystery to him. Ignis was almost certain she wouldn't have approved of a guardian sleeping on the couch in such a manner. Prompto was lucky that even she hadn't arrive don the scene or matters would've been far worse. Ignis didn't even like her but then again, Ignis didn't essentially get along with anyone as it already was. The only ones he did was Gladiolus and Noctis. Prompto, he had to be bantering with almost every single day, every hour of the day, almost every minute and second of the day. There was no love lost between these two and that's putting it mildly.

When Prompto replied, acting as if cars were growing on trees, Ignis couldn't help but get more angry at this. "Oh, I'm sure I can do something like that! Tow it away to the teeny tiny local garage to have the car fixed! And in the mean time, while I'm away, they rig the living daylights out of the blasted thing when they discover who I really am and then when they give it back, Noctis, myself Gladiolus AND you get BLOWN TO KINGDOM COME ALL BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPIDITY! Sure, I'll just go and do that right now, Prompto!" he snapped back in response.

Prompto just seemed to let Ignis explode while he nonchalantly tended to the messed up couch, stamping the cushions he pulled out of place back onto the appropriate place. Only then, after Ignis fumed, had he went on to inform him that he had been attacked while driving the car. Two black cars had come out of nowhere and fired at him when Prompto had been trying to go out clubbing. Of course, Ignis knew they had enemies but the fact enemies had just tried something that extensive gave him pause. Ignis would have to be more careful the next time he got a different car. Prompto trashed this one beyond help.

Just when he was considering that maybe it had been a good thing it happened, with Prompto of course still in one piece and alive, Prompto tossed out at him that Ignis should explain to him why he hadn't gotten a date out of that whole mess. Ignis's expression looked slightly exasperated. Of all the things that Prompto could think of, he was busy worrying about a date rather than the close call he just had with his own life! If priorities were screwed up with Ignis then by god, Prompto was beyond saving!

When he went on to argue that the fourth had actually been a busted up engine, Ignis still gave him a very disgruntled look. "Might I remind you that it had been busted up because you caused it?" he retorted. If Prompto had been baking one hell of a cake this morning with all of this bantering, he went and just put the icing on the cake now as he walked right up to Ignis and poked him on the chest. Ignis furrowed his brows, wondering what the hell Prompto was doing. Only then when he demanded an apology did Ignis get really riled up. The nerve of him! The bloody nerve of him!

As his eyes narrowed, he made to make a retort but he got cut off before he could even start as Prompto went on to answer his question about how he survived that wreck. The blonde turned out to be a bloody fool. He thought he was invincible! The worst thing Prompto could have for a thought pattern was that since it only made him a liability out there in battle. It made for a lot of reckless antics. Since there were three guardians to one prince, they had a lot of work cut out for them. Ignis and Gladiolus couldn't afford to lose one of their number even if the previous two had done just fine without Prompto before the blonde ever came into the picture. Still, the extra help was appreciated even if Ignis was constantly finding qualms with this man. The way they argued all the time, one might consider they were actually closer than they appeared to be since they fought so much. Just like siblings, if they bantered the most, they were the closest.

As Ignis stood there, the way Prompto continued, Ignis's mood just got all the darker. Prompto was really laying it on thick right now and judging by the blonde's smile, he knew exactly what he was doing. Ignis wouldn't put it past him to do this sort of thing. Oh no, Ignis was not going to stand for that one! Remaining poised, Ignis did not even waver as Prompto said all of this. When he finally said he was waiting for an apology, Ignis had the strongest urge to grab him by the collar of his shirt right now but the problem with that one was that the blonde didn't even have a shirt on and was running around in just his boxers here! Still, he probably could just grab him by the bangs of his hair to make him get the picture. In fact, Ignis might just actually do that right now!

Bringing up his right hand, he made to grab Prompto by the bangs of his blonde hair. If he managed that, he'd pull him in closer so that Prompto could see just how angry Ignis was with him. Even now, he was fighting the urge to just strangle him to death. The only thing that held him back right now was the fact that Noctis liked this guy. Gladiolus did too and Ignis wasn't one to go and destroy his friends' friend. He respected them enough to not resort to such violent measures lest it risked the loss of his friendship with the others. That and Ignis knew where Prompto drove him nuts on a daily basis that there was worth to him still. No one else could use a gun like he did in their merry band.

"The one that owes anyone an apology here is you, Prompto. I owe you nothing. I'll also have you know that I'm this close to strangling the life out of you!" he growled before he'd finally release him, if he even caught him by the bangs to begin with. Death threats, they were a common thing between Ignis and Prompto. Luckily for Prompto, Ignis never seemed to lose his cool enough to actually do any of the nasty things he threatened him with.

[Prompto (Shotgun) Zarxen]

Prompto honestly didn’t really want to know what it was exactly that Ignis was thinking about. The point was that he was sure thinking about something…standing there stewing and looking as if he was going to go punch babies or rip the heads off dolls or something. …Knowing Ignis, he probably would too. Prompto really did believe that in the dark spaces of his own room, Ignis had a hoard of Barbie dolls he kept for occasions where he got really angry, because he was usually good about suppressing the anger and aggression he felt. He really had to hand it to Ignis for being so calm…and he also really had to prod the man all the more because of that. Hell, it was fun to watch him finally crack whenever he did. Yeah, it really was amusing! Or at least he thought so, and it had become almost like a past time of his to prod Ignis to see how far he could go before he finally pushed the older man over the edge and made him go into some sort of mental breakdown.

Unfortunately, so far he had failed.

Shucks…better keep trying!

Though when Ignis finally decided to open up and actually talk instead of taking it out on the poor Barbie dolls later, it was the same rant that Prompto had gotten what seemed to be hundreds of times now. He actually managed a yawn while Ignis stood there and tried to make him feel oh so bad about what had happened. Well too bad for Ignis, he didn’t give a crap about the car. Sure, it might be his baby, but Prompto felt about the same way toward this car as he did almost every other car…which really wasn’t all that much. So he yawned and ran a hand through his hair in a lazy fashion, before turning to fix the couch he had been sleeping on. Come morning, even if Ignis hadn’t found her, Stella’s maid probably would have and would have tanned his hide – in fact, probably a more scary adversary than Ignis himself – but Prompto hadn’t been thinking about that at all. Instead, he had just hoped to avoid Ignis and his sword of doom, but the other guardian wouldn’t do anything rash because…well, this was Ignis. Ignis didn’t do many rash things in his life, unless it involved actual rashes…then it probably had something to do with being rash. Prompto really hoped that Ignis never opened up about his medical life…ever.

When Ignis told him sarcastically that he would do it right away, Prompto finally turned his lazy eyes back toward the other guardian. “Good! You go do that…whatever the hell you just said, because I sure wasn’t paying any attention.”, he said with a shrug, before yawning once more and stretching a bit to get the kinks from his body. Directly after that Prompto busied himself with taking care of the couch and cleaning up his pillow and blankets. Sheesh, Ignis really knew how to be an ass about things. He could have kindly talked to Prompto about it the next morning, but noooooo, he couldn’t do that. Instead he thought that it would be the best to barge into the lounge at all hours of the morning, scare the living daylights out of him and then proceed to try to make him feel bad about something that was clearly Ignis’ fault.

Problem? He thought yes.

And finally he had to bring to Ignis’ attention just whose fault it was that the car was trashed! It sure wasn’t his! That was for sure! And so he poked Ignis in the chest and righteously demanded an apology from Ignis that would satisfy him. Yes…he would be satisfied with an apology from the other guardian, and waited in expectation there, tapping at the ground with his foot.

Unfortunately Ignis had other ideas. Prompto yelped lightly when he pulled on his hair. “YO WATCH THE HAIR! WATCH THE HAIR!”, he shouted out, swatting at Ignis’ hand that held his bangs, but not wanting to struggle much for fear that Ignis would actually rip his precious, luscious blonde locks from his head. And what was he going to do if he became bald?! HUH?! Oh sure, he still had enough swag to be able to get the ladies still, but Ignis didn’t have to go and ruin it by trying to pull out his glorious hair! What the hell did he think this hair was, easy to make look so perfect?! Ugh! The nerve!

And so finally he was released! Flailing a bit, Prompto’s hands instantly went up to make sure his previous hair was still on his head, before turning his glare toward Ignis. “What the hell was that? You want me bald? You’re just jealous! That’s it…you want to get rid of my hair because you think you’ll actually have a chance with the girls. Well you’re wrong! And for your information, it was totally your fault that your car is toast. I’m not going to stand for you to try and weasel your way out of this! I’m still waiting for the apology…so with hair or not, I’m gonna get it.”, he said firmly, crossing his hands over his chest once he finished with his hair, fully prepared for another assault on his hair. Bring it on!

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Words:; 1104
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Ignis
Outfit:; Boxers
Location:; Lounge
Notes;; --
Listening To:; No More Sorrow - Linkin Park

[Ignis]

If Ignis could read minds, he might've become more ticked off at him. In fact, he might even go as far as stabbing him if he knew that Prompto purposely prodded him just to see how long it would take for Ignis to snap. If he ever did snap, may Etro help Prompto if he was the one that had caused it. What someone should never do in their life time was make an enemy of Ignis. He wasn't buff like Gladiolus but he was very smart and very skilled with a katana.

As for the health problems, Ignis wouldn't ever admit anything of his. However, as far as health goes, Prompto was probably a definite reason why his blood pressure was up. The blond annoyed the living hell out of him day in and day out. There were some times, like today, where he found it very hard not to just start strangling the guy. Numbers of times, he found himself thinking of elaborate ways in how he would actually rid himself of Prompto whenever the blond got on his bad side. Of course, luckily for Prompto, he hadn't just yet lost his temper with him yet. Depending on how that went, there may or may not be a Prompto if Ignis ever did lose it.

It wasn't to Ignis's surprise though that Prompto didn't appear to be listening. One of these days, Ignis would say something important that could mean the youth's life and he wouldn't be listening. That could very well be the death of him some day. "Oh, I'm sure you haven't because you're as blond as your mind is small!" he grumbled irritably. Sure, that was harsh but Ignis was ticked off at him right now. It was taking every fiber of his being right now to keep himself under control.

When he grabbed Prompto's hair, Ignis couldn't help but smirk devilishly when he heard Prompto's yelp. It appears that Ignis had found Prompto's Achilles heel. Since Prompto couldn't take care of his cars whenever he borrowed them without asking, Ignis was thinking numbers of ways he could get back at Prompto with the blond's hair. Oh yes, he could think of a lot of ways to mess with Prompto now that he thought of it. If he ever got furious enough, Prompto might wake up one day and find his head bald or his hair dyed a very bright and feminine color. Ignis's glasses glinted as if confirming the terrible thoughts that were running through Ignis's mind right now.

The moment he decided to let go, Ignis inwardly regretted that he had. Another hour of making Prompto yelp in pain while he had him by the hair was still very tempting. As he released him, Ignis watched him. His expression was neutral as he just looked back at Prompto as he scrambled to hold his hair as if he thought it would fall out. Oh yes, he had found Prompto's weak spot. If he was going to mess with Ignis's cars, Ignis was going to mess with Prompto's hair. After all, an eye for an eye as one would say. No one would think Ignis was even capable of doing something so childish and wouldn't stoop to that level. A perfect opportunity to teach the blond a lesson and not get caught by the others since Ignis was always viewed as the mature one of the group. Oh, he was going to have a lot of fun with this one if he ever pushed him too far.

Ignis's gaze was unwavering as Prompto ranted back at him for attacking his hair. Toting his glasses, looking bored, Ignis kept his gaze fixed on the shotgun wielding guardian. "Why would I be jealous of someone that gets themselves drunk out of their mind and ends up one step closer to an STD every day?" he stated with a roll of his eyes. Apparently, Prompto still wanted an apology when he was the one responsible for wrecking Ignis's car. He was just asking for it now. Prompto took a threatening step closer to Prompto. Clearly, already, Prompto was worried about him attacking his hair next, he didn't stop to think that there was a chance that this time, Ignis might be aiming to toss him onto the couch. Whether it be by Prompto's own accord or his own hand mattered not to Ignis although it would be funnier to see the look on the blond's face when Ignis went to place his hand on his face to push him backward in hopes to make him fall rump first into the couch roughly. If he managed that, Ignis would say "I mean it Prompto, one more wrecked car after this one and I will make sure your hair suffers a lot of unfortunate accidents!" he growled.

[Prompto (Shotgun) Zarxen]

Prompto had learned not to take anything that Ignis said to heart, or really what anyone said to heart. People were jerks, they said stuff that would hurt the average person, so needless to say, his years being a street rat had sure helped his resilience to those unkind words or expressions. So much so that he had adopted a practice that seemed to annoy the person more than they had even wanted to annoy him in the first place. That practice was one of responding as if they had said something extremely nice. He had to admit, the reactions he got when he responded like they had given him a compliment sure outweighed any threats would. Waving his hand, Prompto grinned over at his companion, before shrugging lightly. “Hell yes I’m blonde. You three suckers don’t know, but all girls want blondes. What of it Iggy? You should stop bein’ jealous, ya know? Or just dye your hair and be done with it. I know you wish you could get the same amount of girls that I do.” Instead of saying anything about his ‘smaller mind’ though, he just let that one sit.

Ignis didn’t need the satisfaction of a response there anyway.

Unfortunately, his companion had other ideas, and Prompto found himself being tugged around by the roots of his beautiful blonde hair, at the end, a vicious vile beast that obviously got some sick enjoyment out of terrorizing his beautiful golden locks! What did Ignis think, that hair as perfect as his grew overnight?! The hell! Flailing at the end, Prompto swatted at his hand while he yelped out that he wanted Ignis to watch his hair. Okay, so Ignis was jealous that Prompto got beautiful, perfect hair, and he was just given boring old plain Jane brunette hair! WHAT OF IT?! It wasn’t his fault that Ignis had gotten the short end of the stick in the department of looks! Wasn’t his fault at all, and here the wild mad man was taking it out on his hair and trying to rip it all out from its roots. What was he going to do if his beautiful hair was ripped out, or even a patch of it?! Oh God, Ignis would be dead if he touched his hair. He would murder him in his sleep, a shotgun blast from point blank range.

The moment he let go, Prompto stumbled back and furiously tried to make sure that his hair was alright. Had Ignis ripped patches of it out?! A fearful glance toward his companion’s hands showed that he didn’t have any chunks of beautiful golden hair within them. Okay, so far he was safe. While he ranted, he quickly scrambled to fix his beautiful hair. After he was done, he glared at Ignis, waiting for an apology for the actions of the older man. He didn’t get it, but he angered Prompto, which was somewhat of a challenge. Drawing himself up to his full height and looking as righteous as he possibly could, Prompto pointed an accusing finger at Ignis. “Hell, you think ya know me Ignis, but you can’t see past your own ass and thinking you’re a smarter guy than the rest of us. I haven’t gotten drunk out of my mind in a long time, and as for the STD’s part, it’s a whole hell of a lot better than never getting any-…oh wait, you wouldn’t know about that, since you haven’t ever gotten any. You’ve gotta find someone that can, ya know, stand ya first. I’m sure you have trouble in that area.”

He was sick of this self-righteousness that Ignis possessed. Prompto wasn’t the best in all aspects of his life, sure, but Ignis sure as hell wasn’t either! Taking a deep breath, Prompto relaxed into the man that he normally was, with a cocky grin that didn’t quite reach his sparking eyes. Ignis really was pissed about this whole car business, even though Prompto really had no idea why he would be. It was a car for heaven sake, it wasn’t like Prompto had gotten his daughter pregnant or something. Sheesh, what was his big deal? “Ya touch my head, an’ I swear you’ll be limpin’ outta the mansion with a load of buckshot in your precious royal ass. And where the hell is my apology anyway? You keep trying to weasel out of it.”

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Words:; 946
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; IGnis
Outfit:; Boxers
Location:; Lounge
Notes;; XD Oh Prompto...the minute you mock his life with the ladies...
Listening To:; Unbelievable - E.M.F