If Gladio, for all his rugged independence and living a life far more rough than Ignis can begin to imagine, knows very little about helping the winter maintenance on a house... Then the young teenager who has lived in an apartment all his life certainly knew nothing about it. Indeed, it was never assumed that it would come up in any capacity. After all, Ignis would always be a load bearing wall for a great other things. No need to add something like this to the task.
And yet here they are.
At least, indeed, he has made sure to talk with a great many people in Town on the proper measures to take. While there are some negatives to living in such a small town in the middle of nowhere, at least most people all know someone who knows something. It's been... enlightening.
Not that Ignis really likes being out here as him and Gladio do maintenance, however. There are still those intellect devourers scurrying about, as far as he can tell. They've ensured that nothing can get into the house generally speaking, but being out here for so long... All sorts of things can happen.
He doesn't trust it.
Also, while the weather has become a little better than nonstop demanding wind, it's still far too cold for Ignis with the way that he is, and he can't wear his thick furs if he wants to be able to maneuver as is necessary for maintenance, and he's just rather sulky about it all.
What helps with feeling sulky? Seeing someone else grump about something, and a puff of warm hair fogs up in front of his glasses for a moment in his amusement for all that he surrenders the hammer. If he's going to be like that, then he'll just pick up the small box of nails, too. "Now now. He was so glad that there was some part of the river not completely frozen over. Still, I won't refuse a good rabbit if you're so insistent, even if I haven't heard a word from Prompto."
This is a fib. Prompto has definitely made a dramatic groan or five, meaning Ignis has definitely heard him.
What he might not be hearing now, as they move around tools and materials, wood and metal clattering... is potentially something making its way through the snow.
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And yet here they are.
At least, indeed, he has made sure to talk with a great many people in Town on the proper measures to take. While there are some negatives to living in such a small town in the middle of nowhere, at least most people all know someone who knows something. It's been... enlightening.
Not that Ignis really likes being out here as him and Gladio do maintenance, however. There are still those intellect devourers scurrying about, as far as he can tell. They've ensured that nothing can get into the house generally speaking, but being out here for so long... All sorts of things can happen.
He doesn't trust it.
Also, while the weather has become a little better than nonstop demanding wind, it's still far too cold for Ignis with the way that he is, and he can't wear his thick furs if he wants to be able to maneuver as is necessary for maintenance, and he's just rather sulky about it all.
What helps with feeling sulky? Seeing someone else grump about something, and a puff of warm hair fogs up in front of his glasses for a moment in his amusement for all that he surrenders the hammer. If he's going to be like that, then he'll just pick up the small box of nails, too. "Now now. He was so glad that there was some part of the river not completely frozen over. Still, I won't refuse a good rabbit if you're so insistent, even if I haven't heard a word from Prompto."
This is a fib. Prompto has definitely made a dramatic groan or five, meaning Ignis has definitely heard him.
What he might not be hearing now, as they move around tools and materials, wood and metal clattering... is potentially something making its way through the snow.