Night Shift || Ignis & ?
There was almost nothing he hated more than this accursed job he'd been roped into, except maybe the fact that he was supposed to be maintaining a "human" disguise, as ordered. Unfortunately, it was easier said than done, and the god found himself having to put actual effort into maintaining the appearance, not to mention the bizarre behavior these mortals regularly exhibited around each other. Clenching his teeth, Ignis attempted to drink the stupid caffeine juice they all seemed to consume without shattering the cup in his hand from pure irritation. After all, it was all her fault! He shouldn't have had to be punished. Wringing the leg of his pants in his fist, eyes on the monitors, the tall man didn't even notice the fact that his cup was starting to melt or his flickering hair, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't have cared. Eventually a soft noise caught his attention, however, and he slammed the boiling cup down onto the table in front of him, turning his head slowly to glare at the subject. "What is it?"