fandomtownies | Somewhere in the Preserve; Sunday Afternoon [04/11].

Since Prompto was meeting that afternoon with Nina for a talk that Ignis had agreed would be very important and helpful to everyone involved in this situation, it then fell onto Ignis's shoulder to take care of their presummed son from a potential future. He certainly didn't mind; the boy really was a delight, and this was exactly the sort of weekend Ignis had been waiting for, ones with shades of that future that Prompto had gotten glimpses of before, a future that was dark and grim and, perhaps, if they were vigilent, if they were careful, could potentially be avoided.

It would hardly do to just try to interrogate the poor child for information, though, so Ignis wanted to be delicate, he wanted to be careful, he wanted to come across the information he needed naturally. And so when Spero came up to him and asked if they could do a training session in the woods, because he wanted to really brush up his knife skills to impress his 'new cousins', Ignis was happy to oblige, and they headed out into the woods, where he figured they could not only find a safe space to practice, but it would also satisfy Spero's desire to be outside as much as possible while he was here.

"Dad! Dad!" he cried out eagerly as he bounced over to where his knife hit the target of a tree almost perfectly so that he could yank it out of the wood. "Can you teach me the fire trick now?"

Ignis took a second to look at Spero, then looked around at their surroundings.

"This may sound a bit wild and surprising, Spero," he intoned, "but I may not think this is the best place to be practicing the fire trick."

"Ice, then!"

Ignis sighed slightly. "Ice, then," he allowed, "perhaps. Let's see you work your way through forms and attacks one through seven with minimal error first, and once I feel you've accomplished them with satisfaction, we can consider the ice trick."

A small groan of burden escaped the small boy, as well as a very big sigh, but he rolled his eyes and readjusted his grip on his knife before settling into a ready stance. "Okay, fiiiiine," he groused, before drawing in a deep breath, remembering to focus like he'd been taught, and then starting to move.

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