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[claritatis]

"You've reached Ignis Scientia. Leave a message and I will endeavour to get back to you post-haste."

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[dedikated]

( Should she take that as a compliment? Because she's going to. Being able to knock someone out of their comfort zone brings an odd sense of pride with it, even if it's not necessarily any more her comfort zone than it is his. It's that awareness that pricks at her heart just sharply enough that she doesn't prod him any further about that.

That, and there's one other thing she's very aware of. )

... Owe Henry a drink now.

( Goddammit, Ignis. )

[claritatis]

[It would be an awkward kind of conversation to have, and one he is honestly quite glad that she doesn't pursue. If they talk about it another time, then so be it, but not now.]

Henry? What does he have to do with this?

[Still with a small smile, though with the addition of a faintly quizzical look, he does have to wonder what the good knight may have to do with anything that just occurred.]

[dedikated]

( Well, she's got some awkward news for you. One that bubbles up a huff of laughter, as though she can't quite believe Henry was the one to see it first. )

Asked me "how long you'd desired me".

( Can you hear the airquotes? Because. Yeah. That's exactly it. )

[claritatis]

[A few different expressions flash over his face in a matter of moments, but he settles on laughing and adjusting his glasses again with the air someone might taken on while awkwardly rubbing the back of their neck or scuffing their toe along the ground.]

I, ah... [It isn't often you'll get to see him at a loss for words, Kate. Enjoy it.]

I had no idea that I was making it so obvious.

[dedikated]

( She will. Though she'll also roll her shoulders in a shrug. )

Me either.

( But hey, apparently guys like Ignis don't just break into smiles casually when they see a friend. )

[claritatis]

Hm. [Comes the soft response, and he tucks a few strands of hair straying free of her ponytail back behind her ear.]

Well, he wasn't wrong.

[One finger beneath her chin tips her head up just a little, then he leans down and kisses her again. He isn't too bold, at first, but finds his footing as quickly as he does with most new situations he finds himself in. It feels like a fine alternative to conversation, at this point.]

[dedikated]

( Oh good. That's what they need. Henry being correct about things.

Though that comment is quickly forgotten, as - indeed - are all thoughts of Henry when Ignis' lips brush hers again. She has to agree that this feels just as good as talking to him, if not better, as hands find their place in the fabric of his shirt, Kate pushing herself back onto the balls of her feet for a little extra height.

Strange, how quickly concerns can disappear when things fall into place like this. )