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Today was Prompto's birthday, and so Ignis and Gladio were doing their part by pulling babysitting duty so that he and Liz could just sort of get out for a little while and have some time to themselves.
Well, as much as anyone could right now with those TV headed guys running around everywhere with their promos and credit cards and special rewards programs, anyway. Which meant that honestly? Just spending some time inside watching the kid and not having to deal with any of that sounded pretty nice right about now, anyway.
Ignis was, naturally, invading their kitchen to whip up some fresh baby food, as well as a cake for Prompto when he got back (assuming he hadn't filled up on cheesecake anyway!) and some leftovers of his favorite dishes because the man had a million jobs, the convenience of some food he could just grab on the go probably had an appeal, while Gladio was chilling in the living room going through all of Noctra's toys to keep her entertained and occupied, occasionally even reading a few books to her, though he was clearly making a case for her favoriting the adorable little kitty Cup NoodlesTM plushie he'd brought for her and/or the little workout set for her, too.
Never hurt to get started early, right?
(Well, actually, both the men in this apartment right now could make a case for how, actually, yeah, you really could start too early, but anyway...)
And, turns out, military history was not that engaging for someone who was not even a year old yet. Who knew.
Rain was also meandering between the two of them, mostly disappointed that Ignis wasn't nearly as liberal about feeding her pieces of whatever he was cooking with as Prompto was and highly suspicious of the fact that both these guests in her home smelled like other cats.
[[ post is open if anyone would like, albeit a bit slow on my end! ]]
Well, as much as anyone could right now with those TV headed guys running around everywhere with their promos and credit cards and special rewards programs, anyway. Which meant that honestly? Just spending some time inside watching the kid and not having to deal with any of that sounded pretty nice right about now, anyway.
Ignis was, naturally, invading their kitchen to whip up some fresh baby food, as well as a cake for Prompto when he got back (assuming he hadn't filled up on cheesecake anyway!) and some leftovers of his favorite dishes because the man had a million jobs, the convenience of some food he could just grab on the go probably had an appeal, while Gladio was chilling in the living room going through all of Noctra's toys to keep her entertained and occupied, occasionally even reading a few books to her, though he was clearly making a case for her favoriting the adorable little kitty Cup NoodlesTM plushie he'd brought for her and/or the little workout set for her, too.
Never hurt to get started early, right?
(Well, actually, both the men in this apartment right now could make a case for how, actually, yeah, you really could start too early, but anyway...)
And, turns out, military history was not that engaging for someone who was not even a year old yet. Who knew.
Rain was also meandering between the two of them, mostly disappointed that Ignis wasn't nearly as liberal about feeding her pieces of whatever he was cooking with as Prompto was and highly suspicious of the fact that both these guests in her home smelled like other cats.
[[ post is open if anyone would like, albeit a bit slow on my end! ]]
