[Wait! Wait! No fair! Abort! Abort! How dare you, Gladio! He trusted you!
Ignis tries to pull himself free of Gladio's grasp, but the hands that push and lightly punch at the other man's chest have little force behind them. Besides, it's not like his hair can be in much worse shape that it already is in.
Once Gladio's got the noogie out of his system, Ignis tilts his head up, newly disheveled hair sticking out in all directions. Still, his expression is serious as he lifts a hand toward Gladio's face.]
May I?
[The feel of the Kingsglaive uniform under his fingers makes him realize, quite suddenly, that the mental image he has of his friend is ten years out of date. It's something he'd like to rectify.]
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Ignis tries to pull himself free of Gladio's grasp, but the hands that push and lightly punch at the other man's chest have little force behind them. Besides, it's not like his hair can be in much worse shape that it already is in.
Once Gladio's got the noogie out of his system, Ignis tilts his head up, newly disheveled hair sticking out in all directions. Still, his expression is serious as he lifts a hand toward Gladio's face.]
May I?
[The feel of the Kingsglaive uniform under his fingers makes him realize, quite suddenly, that the mental image he has of his friend is ten years out of date. It's something he'd like to rectify.]