Chapter 36

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*Warning* This chapter contains light smut and fluff.

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"Um... How did you..." My words trail off along with my thoughts. I stood in the door frame awkwardly as I tried to use my brain.

"Ah, I've learned how to around on my own. However, I did need help from Monica to find your apartment." Listening to the sound of his voice felt strange. It made my knees week and yet it also felt... Wrong?

"Oh," I crossed my arms and looked down at my feet shyly. He felt like a complete stranger.

"Well," he started awkwardly, "May I come in?"

I snapped my head back up at him and began tumbling over my own words, "S-sure. Sorry. Please come in" I stepped to behind the door and held it a little wider.

He entered the apartment and stood there as if he were looking around, but I knew he couldn't. He then turned to me and pointed at the sofa, "Do you mind?"

How did he even...

"Uh, sure." I answered.

I followed him as he headed for the sofa, but instead of sitting I just stood in the middle of the room. My apartment was mostly empty. My living room only consisted of a sofa and coffee table.

I took a good look at him for the first time. His pompadour hairstyle no longer stock straight up. It was now gelled back slightly. He wore visors instead of sunglasses and he looked older.

The scars on his face were just as strong as I remember them though. Although it was hard to see, I could just barely make out that he was in fact able to open both eyes now.

It was awkward at first, but he manages to start up a conversation that lasted a while. We talked about what we've been up to since we last saw each other. We reminisced about our journey and funny things were when we were all together and still young.

I eventually worked up the courage to sit with him, but I never got close enough to push our legs together or anything.

"I planned on staying for a while," he paused, "Perhaps I can stay here in your apartment with you?" I froze slightly.

I wasn't sure how to respond. This would be like letting a stranger into my house. I stood up and started heading for the small kitchen in the next room, "Are you hungry?" I called out.

I could hear him sigh sadly to himself. He did not respond. As soon as I walk in a glance at the counter for a black notebook. When we had separated Ignis gave me his recipe book as a gift. There weren't very good ingredients left in this world, but I tried my best to get my hands on whatever I can find out on the field.

I touch the leather cover gently, wiping the dust away. I then open up the cabinets above me and begin pulling out what little I have. After that I flip through the book to see what I can make.

I freeze on a specific page. It was a dish I never thought I'd eat again. I noticed Ignis had drawn a small heart at the top corner of the page along with my name in beautiful hand writing. I stood there staring at the page for a long time. I have the ingredients for it...

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I walk back into the living room with two plates in hand and see Ignis is still on the sofa, seemingly staring off into space.

He snaps out of his thoughts when I place one of the plates on the coffee table in front of him.

"Thank you," He says politely before picking up the plate. I watch nervously as he takes a spoonful and smells it.

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