[And he has, in fact, been scaling buildings the majority of his life.
When Ignis approaches the window, his head tilts up, black eyes studying the man caught in those last shreds of daylight. Glasses, meticulous appearance, the elegant set of a jaw - all of these details seemed a little more defined in the backwash of a late, golden sunset. He realizes he's looking a bit too long and turns to confront the drop down to the street. Preferable: an action to affix his mind.
Ignis is asking to see him again. How strange.]
… Yes. Perhaps another time.
[Then, with his attention over the sheer lip of the building, Itachi pools chakra into his feet and legs and makes the leap. He's gone just like that - a vanishing shadow into the dark below.]
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When Ignis approaches the window, his head tilts up, black eyes studying the man caught in those last shreds of daylight. Glasses, meticulous appearance, the elegant set of a jaw - all of these details seemed a little more defined in the backwash of a late, golden sunset. He realizes he's looking a bit too long and turns to confront the drop down to the street. Preferable: an action to affix his mind.
Ignis is asking to see him again. How strange.]
… Yes. Perhaps another time.
[Then, with his attention over the sheer lip of the building, Itachi pools chakra into his feet and legs and makes the leap. He's gone just like that - a vanishing shadow into the dark below.]