[ He sorts through his pajamas by touch, moving until he finds the correct ones and tugs them out of the closet to change into. Gladiolus heads for the window; Ignis can tell by the sound of his steps approximately where he is and can imagine him looking out, making certain nothing else is happening. It'd be impressive if someone managed to rappel up to this floor, really, but he doesn't exactly want to encourage kind of thought, either.
Button by button, Ignis works out of his shirt and then strips off his undershirt, tossing both into the dirty clothes hamper next to the closet so he can slide on the shirt and then works on the belt to his slacks. ]
I should hope no one would be foolish enough, but we'll see what the report says in the morning once they've spoken to her.
[ There have been other attempts but none so brazen. Ignis grimaces faintly, sliding his slacks off and tossing them into the hamper too, tugging on a loose pair of pajamas and tying them in place. ]
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Date: 2018-07-06 07:18 am (UTC)Button by button, Ignis works out of his shirt and then strips off his undershirt, tossing both into the dirty clothes hamper next to the closet so he can slide on the shirt and then works on the belt to his slacks. ]
I should hope no one would be foolish enough, but we'll see what the report says in the morning once they've spoken to her.
[ There have been other attempts but none so brazen. Ignis grimaces faintly, sliding his slacks off and tossing them into the hamper too, tugging on a loose pair of pajamas and tying them in place. ]
You were there, Gladio, as you always are.