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He wipes his boots on the mat before stepping inside of Ignis’s new place, and is careful to remove his shoes, and place them where Ignis does. The floors are covered with plastic sheets that have bumps indicating where a doorway or furniture is. He doesn’t really know, he does assume it is for Ignis, given how he walks.
An offer for a drink, and Cor politely declines, instead, he follows to the living room, sparsely decorated, considering most of them have only just moved in to Lestallum due to the recent weather and darkness. “I never personally trained you.” Cor immediately started. He did train Gladiolus personally, and even Prompto, only because of the rush to hire him. Noctis was a different story, but even then, he saw the Prince more than Ignis.
“Despite that, I consider you the most competent.” He doesn’t make that past tense. He knows, given the right tools, Ignis is still probably the most competent. He wondered if Gladiolus ever told Ignis a few horror stories about how hard Cor trained him, but he supposed it was arrogant to assume others would talk about him.
“Can you tell me how much of me you can see right now?” The probing, as much as Cor hates to do this to an acquaintance, is necessary for the moment. He needs to be on the same page. “Can you tell what color I’m wearing?” It was a grey shirt, and he was sitting on a brown couch, he wondered how much Ignis could discern.
