[ okay, that's good. that's great. not touching ignis makes him feel less like he's about to combust at any moment, and focusing on a mundane task like grabbing a glass of water should give him enough time to steady himself again. so he nods, raking a hand absently through his already sleep-mussed hair as he turns to head down the hall of his apartment and grab some water.
glass? check. ice? check. water? check.
and now he's debating whether he should offer to brew a pot of coffee or something -- it is nearly 2AM, but isn't coffee supposed to help sober you up? ]
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glass? check. ice? check. water? check.
and now he's debating whether he should offer to brew a pot of coffee or something -- it is nearly 2AM, but isn't coffee supposed to help sober you up? ]