[Ignis’ intention to walk him to the door is noticed, but not followed. His eyes are on the nearest window, off from the kitchen in a small nook area, as an opportunity presents itself to him. He draws himself away from the island counter and heads in that direction, deft fingers prying open the wide slat of glass.
A humid evening breeze blows in, stirring the hair around his cheeks. He steps away from it to fetch his shoes from the door, then returns, all without comment to Ignis. Once ready, he swings his weight over the black-barred ledge and drops down onto the flat concrete roof in one graceful movement.]
If it isn’t an inconvenience, this will be faster for me.
[Yes, he’s about to scale down the fucking building, like a weirdo.]
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A humid evening breeze blows in, stirring the hair around his cheeks. He steps away from it to fetch his shoes from the door, then returns, all without comment to Ignis. Once ready, he swings his weight over the black-barred ledge and drops down onto the flat concrete roof in one graceful movement.]
If it isn’t an inconvenience, this will be faster for me.
[Yes, he’s about to scale down the fucking building, like a weirdo.]