Prompto groans when his alarm goes off early in the morning, warning him that it was time for his morning jog. Something he wasn’t thrilled about, but at least he’ll get a good workout. It took him a couple of minutes to drag himself out of bed before getting on his workout clothes he wears whenever he works out or goes for a jog in the early mornings. Once he was dressed he stretched some before setting off on his morning jog.
The blonde went around his block for 20 minutes, not paying attention on the last couple of miles of his jog around his neighborhood, when he tripped over something and landing on his ankle the wrong way. He tried to catch himself in time before he fell and hit the pavement, but he wasn’t fast enough and landed on his sprained ankle as well as his hands and knees, scraping his hands and knees on the pavement. A small cry left his slightly parted lips as he panted from jogging, the pain from his ankle, hands and knees made him wince as he slowly sat up to check on his hands and knees before he’d check his ankle.
Prompto grimaced when he saw his hands had scraps on them as well as his knees and his ankle hurt so much as he tried to move it by checking on it. So he just left it alone until he gets home to try and take care of it somehow. Slowly, he got up, wincing again when his ankle let him know that it was hurting as he tried to put pressure on it. The blonde slowly made his way home on his sprained ankle, making it a slow process and painful too. Once he was home he went straight for the shower and took a hot one for his sore muscles, ankle hurting more as he kept his weight off of it as much as possible.
After Prompto finished with his shower, he got dressed in clothes before going to the kitchen to get ice for his ankle. Once he got the ice and a plastic baggy that he put the ice inside of that he went straight to the couch to rest his sprained ankle as well as put the bag of ice on it. Prompto let’s out a sigh of relief while wincing when he got a good view of his sprained ankle that was swollen. The moment the ice was placed on it that the blonde did his best to rest while he read Ignis’ text message and replied to it.
‘I know that. Just figured you were going to be busy with him today is all.’ Prompto sent that to the Advisor before adding to the end of it. ‘Oh? Is it?’
Prompto was starting to wonder if he’ll be able to even make it to lunch with Ignis now with his sprained ankle, but the blonde would try to figure that part out later. Maybe, he’ll pretend it didn’t hurt or that it was sprained and just walk on it as normal as he possibly could. He didn’t want to worry anyone, especially not Ignis so he’d fake and pretend nothing was wrong. Even if inside he’d be dying from the pain itself. ‘Sure. That sounds good. What’s the name of it? I’ll make sure to get there a little early.’ Mostly so Ignis didn’t have to wait on him long.
The blonde set an alarm for noon time and decided to take a small nap on his couch until then. He texted his boss to let him know he wouldn’t make it in since he didn’t feel all that well, even though it wasn’t a lie just didn’t want to go work on his sprained ankle thanks to how stupid he was on his jog. Before he knew it, the blonde was sound asleep.
One lunge, two and then three... a jump followed by a flip, throwing himself backwards without taking his eyes off his target; Ignis’ routine was well known to himself by now, a dance for one really- one he excelled at.
Sweat built and dripped upon his temple - one two three - his feet were light as a predator’s - jump and flip - his movements smooth and quick - throw and repeat; one two three and jump-
So the way his ankle practically screamed out as he hit the floor from an effortless and well practice flip took Ignis by more surprise than the fact it actually hurt and he inhaled sharply. The pole began to drop from his hands before he remembered to grip it tightly; his hands stung as he did and Ignis took a second to catch his breath while shifting his weight off of his injured ankle.
His knees aching didn’t help either, and Ignis wondered for a split second how exactly he messed up that landing before shaking the thought off as he slowly made his way to the nearest wall, using it to help support himself while he moved towards the rack to hang up the pole-arm as his workout was obviously over.
Perhaps it was just a sprain? It felt like one, he had gotten them a few times before when practicing his flips but that had been years ago.
Frustration welled in him as he made it to the showers. He scrubbed angrily at his skin in the lukewarm water; the sight of his soulmate timer was near enraging and he had to remember to breathe for a moment. Of all days to injure himself, it had to be near a day off. Ignis paused at the noise of his phone chiming as he stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around his waist as he slowly moved to the bag, snagging the thing out of it. His anger relaxed at the sight of Prompto’s name across the screen, loosening the flames around his heart in his chest.
‘No, not today really. I’ll be by of course this evening to make his meals for the next few days, but I do have an evening off coming soon with plans of relaxing.’ Not that one could usually call the club scene relaxing, but it gave Ignis an outlet for whatever had him pent up over the days between.
Although with how his ankle was feeling, Ignis somewhat doubted he’d be in any state to partake in his usual activities. Perhaps he’d call upon one of his... friends...? Shaking the thought off he responded. ‘Valorie’s Café and Bakery. It’s across the street from an Insomnia Coffee, on Fourth Street if I recall correctly. I appreciate the gesture.’ Quite frankly he was used to both Noctis and Gladiolus being late, so the thought of Prompto actually attempting to arrive early? It had something awful warm blossom in Ignis’ chest.
The pain in his ankle, although lessened now, was still there as he carefully dressed and then slowly made his way back to his office. Shutting the door behind him, Ignis moved his chair back and snagged a book to read while propping his ankle on his desk in hopes of reducing the pain more.
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