Prompto giggles as he's briefly blinded by a towel, and his hair is ruffled up only seconds after one of those perfect chips melts in his mouth. There goes Ignis,
Prompto leans back on Ignis a little more, but not too much. The feeling of his hair being preened at naturally relaxes him. As much as the blond is a tactile sort, he's actually quite shy about being touched himself. He was fully unused to any of it at all besides the stray, rare hug from his folks- that was, before Noct came into his life. Gladio came next, as his training partner and friend, when things eventually got more playful and physical between them. Fast forward to being on the road and exchanging touch with Ignis, in small, playful, familial (and perhaps shy) ways became just as normal to him. Plus something much more supportive and caring when the retainer lost his sight.
Ignis' hands work deftly and with a precision Prompto has come to expect, but there's no mistaking the gentleness and intent with each motion either. It really does make his heart flutter and his eyes drift shut. Being cared for is pretty nice. He lets out a sunny laugh at the comment about the party. "The trees have ears. And the flowers. And the grass, probably. Craaaazy stuff! Bleh, you're right though. No way to powder any onions in the boonies like this."
He pauses at the question, thoughtful. "Well, onions are pretty great on meat just about any way. Caramelized is my fave unless you use em raw in something like salad." Mm, yeah, that's the spot, right on his scalp. He lets out a pleased, sighing breath. "I'm guessing it's a keep it simple sorta deal out here, until we get creative with how far we can push simple kitchen tools, right?" There's only so many ways one can work a knife, though.
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Prompto leans back on Ignis a little more, but not too much. The feeling of his hair being preened at naturally relaxes him. As much as the blond is a tactile sort, he's actually quite shy about being touched himself. He was fully unused to any of it at all besides the stray, rare hug from his folks- that was, before Noct came into his life. Gladio came next, as his training partner and friend, when things eventually got more playful and physical between them. Fast forward to being on the road and exchanging touch with Ignis, in small, playful, familial (and perhaps shy) ways became just as normal to him. Plus something much more supportive and caring when the retainer lost his sight.
Ignis' hands work deftly and with a precision Prompto has come to expect, but there's no mistaking the gentleness and intent with each motion either. It really does make his heart flutter and his eyes drift shut. Being cared for is pretty nice. He lets out a sunny laugh at the comment about the party. "The trees have ears. And the flowers. And the grass, probably. Craaaazy stuff! Bleh, you're right though. No way to powder any onions in the boonies like this."
He pauses at the question, thoughtful. "Well, onions are pretty great on meat just about any way. Caramelized is my fave unless you use em raw in something like salad." Mm, yeah, that's the spot, right on his scalp. He lets out a pleased, sighing breath. "I'm guessing it's a keep it simple sorta deal out here, until we get creative with how far we can push simple kitchen tools, right?" There's only so many ways one can work a knife, though.