#[ ignis: i stick to a very intense and unchanging schedule.

[onuscientia]

Cindy knows they both must rouse themselves from the comfort of warm blankets and even warmer embrace. But there comes a rare streak of rebellion towards greeting the work day and the Mechanic gives a disapproving groan before the Advisor's inevitable stirring.

"Mmph, jus' five more minutes, darlin'..." A pause to slightly lift her head, her voice sounding heavy with sleep, hair wild about her face as she looks to Ignis with a beseeching hint in her eyes.

"Please?"

Unprompted Ask - [ ALWAYS ACCEPTING ] : @topmechaniic ;;

Like clockwork, he wakes before his alarm is set to blare, swift to switch it off before it, inevitably, poses an unnecessary annoyance. Yet, whereas he'd have pulled the covers off and sought productivity near immediately had he been alone, he's notably STILL 'pon realization that a certain somehow still lay, comfortably and content, within his arms. In a rare display of irresponsibleness, he's strangely UNWILLING to part from her just yet, and it would appear, endearingly and humorously, that she is much the same.

" Darling . . . " he chuckles, running a few fingers through her hair, " From personal experience, I would know that ' five more minutes ' oft means, and turns into, far more. "

Such is not to make a personal dig at his liege, but the prince could be particularly HARDPRESSED to rise in a timely manner in the mornings. Five more minutes, indeed, oft extended far beyond that.

Yet, Cindy's expression tugs at heartstrings not even Ignis could ignore in favor of sticking to his strict, orderly schedule. With a sigh, born of amusement and unrivaled affection for the woman he held dearest to his heart, he leans in to kiss her cheek, forehead, and lips. " I suppose . . . just this once we may dawdle a tad longer, if it shall grant me an opportunity to further bask in your presence. Additionally, you may consider what you would like for breakfast, as well. "