continued from [x] @kingshixld
After managing to distract the two with a stop at the downtown arcade, Ignis returns back to Noctis’ apartment. Though he doesn’t quite understand their reasoning behind it, he quickly saw through their excuse of buying educational material; especially when it simply seemed more like a typical outing. Ignis has a schedule to keep and with the brown paper bag in one arm, he used his free hand to open the door.
Instantly, he’s assaulted by the acrid scent of burnt ingredients. ‘Oh Astrals, did Noct leave the stove on again?!’ Nose scrunching, Ignis quickly makes his way towards the kitchen to find his comrade preparing… is that pasta? Before words could leave him, chaos unfolds, sending smears of red across the cabinets and floor. He feels a headache drumming behind his eyes.
Not supposed to be here? And in that moment, Ignis is able to connect the dots; realization dawning upon his face. But what is the occasion? Never mind, he has more pressing matters at hand.
“Yes, so it seems.” Discerning gaze takes in the mess of a kitchen (he just cleaned it the entire apartment last night) as a sigh spills forth, mirroring Gladiolus’.
Placing the bag of groceries and his briefcase down on an unsoiled area of the room, Ignis quickly grabs for the nearest apron. Just how much food was wasted in the hours that he was gone? There’s a mental note to take inventory of the kitchen once they are done.
“Let us first begin with cleaning this up. And you can explain yourself while we do, Gladio.” Rag and heavy duty, all-purpose cleaner in hand, Ignis begins the arduous task of re-cleaning the kitchen.
Once Ignis was done assessing the damage to his apartment, Gladio was finally able to let out the breath he’d been holding. Ignis clearly wasn’t happy, but he wasn’t pissed enough to kick Gladio out, so that was a good sign. As soon as he realized just what Ignis was doing, though, he ran over and grabbed his arm.
“Whoa, whoa, no!” Gladio crossed his arms and leveled Ignis with a stern look, which was heavily dampened by the fact he was covered in his failed cooking attempts. “I’ll clean up my mess. You can start cooking... since clearly anything I try will just lead to more of this.”
After a moment, to make sure his point got across, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Immediately, he regretted the action as it just spread the sauce through more of his hair. Gladio looked at his hand in disgusted before holding it out for the cleaning supplies Ignis held. He’d already resigned himself to the fate of cleaning for the rest of his life.
“I was trying to surprise with you dinner.” Gladio said with a bit of a grumble. “You cook for the rest of us often enough I figured it was damn time to return the favor. Iris gave me the recipe.”
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