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“I think I broke him...”
Noctis frowns, then continues silently looking over to where Ignis is still sitting on one of the benches at the side of the training hall. Prompto next to him is pulling out his phone, not one to let a rare occasion such as this go undocumented. After he has snapped a couple of images, unnoticed by anyone but his best friend, he turns around to face Noct. “He’ll be alright though, right?”
“I... hope so?” Noctis says, scratching the back of his neck in slight worry.
Ignis had not seen his block and chain attack coming, even less Noctis taking him down within mere seconds. The advisor was usually grace himself, escaping from attacks in both training and real battles with jumps and flips that make Noctis’s (and Gladio’s and Prompto’s) eyes boggle, even after years of training and fighting alongside each other.
Noctis decides to walk over to him and invite him out to that café he knows Ignis likes a lot (at least Noctis has a reliable source that tells him that this is the shop Ignis usually gets his Ebony from).
When he reaches Ignis, the blond takes a nearly unnoticeable steadying breath before looking up at him.
There’s an odd look in his eyes and Noctis realizes after a few seconds that it isn’t disbelief, but pride.