"Are you harping on my clothes, Ignis?" He couldn't help but tease him a little. Unfortunately, most of his clothes fit exactly that: a surly teenager. But he did have some clothes that were a bit more formal, he couldn't always get away dressing like some sort of rebel teen still trying to find himself, or whatever.
"It's not like you haven't seen any of this before." Maybe not him completely naked. They had to bathe in the wilderness before, but even then chances were no one was STARING (right?), and Ignis helped him get dressed when he was younger. Ignis probably had seen more of him than anyone else, so even if he wasn't blind, slipping out of his raggedy clothes did little to inspire any sort of modesty in him.
It didn't take long before he slipped into an old suit of his, nothing too fancy, but nice enough that he'd fit in with any sort of interns that might be around the citadel. He finger combed his hair a bit, trying to make it less messy, and maybe a little more professional looking to not draw so much attention to him, before looking to Ignis, "Alright. Let's get going, Specs."
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"It's not like you haven't seen any of this before." Maybe not him completely naked. They had to bathe in the wilderness before, but even then chances were no one was STARING (right?), and Ignis helped him get dressed when he was younger. Ignis probably had seen more of him than anyone else, so even if he wasn't blind, slipping out of his raggedy clothes did little to inspire any sort of modesty in him.
It didn't take long before he slipped into an old suit of his, nothing too fancy, but nice enough that he'd fit in with any sort of interns that might be around the citadel. He finger combed his hair a bit, trying to make it less messy, and maybe a little more professional looking to not draw so much attention to him, before looking to Ignis, "Alright. Let's get going, Specs."