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Scratching sounds outside the Scientia-Amicitia bedroom door.
“Iggy, your child is awake,” Gladio mumbles, rubbing a finger along Ignis’s back.
“Before sunrise, she’s your child,” Ignis breathes into Gladio’s neck.
“I see light coming in from the window.”
“That’s a street lamp, love.”
Hissing accompanies the scratching.
Gladio gently bumps a fist on Ignis’s temple. “Rock.”
Ignis holds up his own fist. “Paper.”
“Scissors, shoot.”
Eyes still closed, Ignis places his hand over Gladio’s fist. “Paper covers rock, love.”
“...Why did we get a cat again?”
One black puff ball snuggled up with them later, both Gladio and Ignis remember.