Prompto looks as though he is two seconds from leaping from his seat and materializing a corkboard full of red string.
Ignis keeps this impression quietly to himself as he sips at his own coffee, thinking carefully. A full round of questions, directed to a particular party, would be a valuable thing to have. He'd already been in the quiet mental process of figuring it out, but that had been coming at it from the belief he'd have to speak with strangers on all of it.
Going to someone who he knows - who apparently knows him even more, if this whole absurd conversation can be believed - changes that approach greatly.
...It's an approach he thinks he will reserve for a time when Prompto can sit on a stool without vibrating off of it.
The coffee was perhaps a mistake.
"I didn't know you were going to pursue photography so intensely," is what he opts to go with instead. Prompto clearly needs an outlet. This seems easier. "What is it like?"
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Ignis keeps this impression quietly to himself as he sips at his own coffee, thinking carefully. A full round of questions, directed to a particular party, would be a valuable thing to have. He'd already been in the quiet mental process of figuring it out, but that had been coming at it from the belief he'd have to speak with strangers on all of it.
Going to someone who he knows - who apparently knows him even more, if this whole absurd conversation can be believed - changes that approach greatly.
...It's an approach he thinks he will reserve for a time when Prompto can sit on a stool without vibrating off of it.
The coffee was perhaps a mistake.
"I didn't know you were going to pursue photography so intensely," is what he opts to go with instead. Prompto clearly needs an outlet. This seems easier. "What is it like?"