Call Out Meme: Version 8.0

[shatteredlenses]

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Eighth verse same as the first... It's new 'Call Me Out" Time!




【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 VIII
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ refer to the list above for active muses. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name journal in the subject line! (I have too many Lancers to just go by name! X.x ) ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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king dad the daddest king

[totalclarity]

[Ignis has always felt a fondness for King Regis that in some ways is inappropriate. Growing up, privileged, in the Citadel alongside Prince Noctis himself, even as his technical subordinate...allowed him to view Regis in a much more paternal way than anyone really got the chance to.

Not thoughts he'd ever truly want to speak aloud. His Majesty is not his father, nor even his guardian. And he would never presume that the fondness Regis has shown in return to be anything more than a mix of thankfulness for doing his job so well and that feeling older people get when they knew you as a child and could at any moment hold that over you, embarrassing stories included.

Despite all appearances to the contrary, Ignis does manage to get free time, once in a while. After a rousing (and by 'rousing', one means 'utterly mind-numbingly boring') meeting wherein he asked sparing questions and mostly took notes for Noct to review later, he finds himself with such a rarity as free time. What to do with himself...?

Get busy with something else, of course. There are other small deliveries to be made, notes, documents, reports, the like. The kind of thing he'd normally leave to the more subservient staff. But with very nearly free run of the Citadel, Ignis figures he might as well do it himself.

Which is how he comes across a book. A thick book with shiny pages, and it's clearly a photo album. His first thought is 'Prompto should see this', without even knowing what's inside. He shouldn't, not without asking, but it's just sitting there on a table so tempting, and it isn't as thought it's locked away or somewhere out of reach. It's how he ends up engrossed in photos from a decade ago, fifteen years, some even longer than that. Baby pictures, some figurative and some very literal. Noctis with his eternally messy flop of dark hair and angled eyes. And himself, all done up in the finest preppy outfits and sharpest little glasses, right alongside many of them. One with Clarus looking amused if exhausted as a small Noct held aloft for him to see something dirty and slimy, no doubt some frog he chased across the mud from the state of his clothes, and Ignis looking apologetic and equally dirty. One with himself and Noct in Regis' lap, one on each leg, the three of them in a comfortable nap.

He really ought to be keeping track of the time, or at least of his surroundings, but instead--here he is, engrossed in captured moments of the past.]

I am sorry this is so late! *headdesk*

[kingkingcxiii]

[If it is rare for Ignis to have free time, it is even rarer for Regis to have it, and yet, that is what has happened this afternoon. A meeting cancelled due to an ambassador's illness, and the insistence of Clarus and Cor that he not schedule anything to fill the now empty time has left him with the chance to do something rather mundane for once, something he's been wanting to do for months and just hasn't had the time to--rotate the pictures he has displayed in his study and put up new ones.

That is why the photo album is out to begin with, left on the table so that he may look through it when he manages to make his way there. Of course, he's not expecting to find someone else looking through it when he arrives, though seeing Ignis there does bring a smile to his face. He lets his cane connect just a little harder with the floor than usual to give himself away to the young man and then chuckles.]

The really embarrassing ones are kept elsewhere, so I'm afraid if your goal is to steal them away, you are doomed to failure.

don't eeeeeven worry about it

[totalclarity]

[The clack of cane makes Ignis straighten so fast it's a wonder he doesn't pull something in the process. The book snaps shut (well, crumples shut in that way a glorified binder of laminated pages sounds) like he's been caught red-handed in a cookie jar, surprised and embarrassed and a bit ashamed and trying very, very hard not to let that show on his face.

He turns to fully face His Majesty and bows. Maybe that will hide the slight tinge of pink.]

Apologies, sire. It was not my intention to...go poking around. Are my services required?

[kingkingcxiii]

[Regis can't help but wince at just how quickly Ignis snaps to attention. That seems like it should hurt, even for one as young as Ignis is.

He makes his way over to the table, resting his cane against it before addressing the startled young man.

For now, he'll let the blush pass. Ignis is already embarrassed enough.]

That depends. Am I going to need to issue an order to get you to relax and remember how to breathe normally?

[totalclarity]

[Ignis seems to hold his breath for a moment before letting out a laugh. It's brief, but it's genuine. Something in him relaxes ever so slightly, and he adjusts his glasses.]

No, ah, no, that won't be necessary. And besides, I would never dream of stealing away the embarrassing ones. Tantamount to blackmail, that.

I'd send Prompto to do it instead.

[kingkingcxiii]

Oh, do you think he would be less likely to be caught than you?

[There is a mischievous twinkle in Regis' eyes as he speaks. He can't help but be glad to see Ignis relaxing some. Formality has it's place, of course, but right now, it's not here.]

Well, photography is rather a specialty of his, if I am recalling correctly. Perhaps he is the right man for the job.

[He waves toward the chair where Ignis was sitting before.]

Please, sit back down.Since you are here, I just may make use of your expertise in the task that is set before me today. You don't have anyplace you need to be for a short time, do you?

[totalclarity]

Perhaps a royal photographer in the making. He certainly takes enough of Noctis as it is.

[This still feels a little odd. Not odd enough to stiffen back up, or to make any excuses to leave. Not when the king is asking for help in a matter. Still, when Ignis sits, it's with a hint of hesitancy.]

Not if you have need of me, Your Highness.

[kingkingcxiii]

They do say people are more productive when they are doing something they love. Perhaps, I should send him an offer. The position is open.

[It may be best if someone warns Prompto of the impending offer, though. He might just implode otherwise.

Once Ignis has settled back into his seat, Regis pulls out a chair of his own, cane balanced carefully against the edge of the table.]

This is a very special task. Are you sure you're up to it?

[totalclarity]

[Consider the following: taking a video of such a reaction. ...But yes, someone might say something to Prompto beforehand. Casually mention something along the lines. Maybe.]

I am up for whatever you ask of me. [...Hm.] Within the bounds of reason, of course.

[kingkingcxiii]

[A video would be marvelous. Regis would pay a great deal for it, but he would also rather avoid having to pay for Prompto's funeral as well, so...]

Of course. I would not ask you to do anything that goes against your oaths.

[Regis slides the photo album back toward Ignis.]

Pick your four favorite pictures out of here and let me know why you like them so much.