[That's it, the snap, a reaction even if it wasn't the one that Gladio was looking for. Ignis can feel the frustration building against this conversation like something crawling under his skin and he hates it, he hates how helpless he feels and he hates that he has to voice it, and he hates how terrified he is and that he has no idea, not even the slightest one about what he's supposed to do next.
His outburst comes with a crisp, raised voice, a palm smacked flat against the table, and he declines from saying that he had not mentioned a sword either.]
What do you want from me, Gladiolus? [He hisses out, sharp and angry and--] Gods, who the fuck do you think you are?
[To walk in here, and just-- To just dismiss what's sitting right in front of him? And Ignis is the one who is blind, here?] I can barely walk without someone at my arm, so tell me-- You-- Just tell me, what you expect I'm to do with-- with what's happening out there.
[His hand points directly to the door, without a thought for how he knew exactly where it was in the orientation of the room despite his level of inebriation.]
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[That's it, the snap, a reaction even if it wasn't the one that Gladio was looking for. Ignis can feel the frustration building against this conversation like something crawling under his skin and he hates it, he hates how helpless he feels and he hates that he has to voice it, and he hates how terrified he is and that he has no idea, not even the slightest one about what he's supposed to do next.
His outburst comes with a crisp, raised voice, a palm smacked flat against the table, and he declines from saying that he had not mentioned a sword either.]
What do you want from me, Gladiolus? [He hisses out, sharp and angry and--] Gods, who the fuck do you think you are?
[To walk in here, and just-- To just dismiss what's sitting right in front of him? And Ignis is the one who is blind, here?] I can barely walk without someone at my arm, so tell me-- You-- Just tell me, what you expect I'm to do with-- with what's happening out there.
[His hand points directly to the door, without a thought for how he knew exactly where it was in the orientation of the room despite his level of inebriation.]