[It's probably an odd sight, the fact that Ignis is traveling the edges of the sandy beach in his normal clothes, button up shirt, suspenders and loafers, even a pair of leather gloves. It isn't that he doesn't understand how to dress for a beach party, it's just that he's not interested in changing his attire. He also... doesn't like being in a state of undress. Just his personal preference.
But then maybe stranger still is this considerably oversized dog (wolf?) with unique markings that continues to hassle the vendors and customers for food. Not that Ignis has really paid the animal much attention, too occupied with asking a variety of questions on the food and trying what he can. That is until he's about to try something and there's a distinct bump of something against his leg. He glances down, and there it is, that dog again. Ignis frowns.]
I've nothing for you. [And he's just going to. Nudge her away. Gently, of course. But otherwise he doesn't intend to give her even a bite.]
( beach party )
But then maybe stranger still is this considerably oversized dog (wolf?) with unique markings that continues to hassle the vendors and customers for food. Not that Ignis has really paid the animal much attention, too occupied with asking a variety of questions on the food and trying what he can. That is until he's about to try something and there's a distinct bump of something against his leg. He glances down, and there it is, that dog again. Ignis frowns.]
I've nothing for you. [And he's just going to. Nudge her away. Gently, of course. But otherwise he doesn't intend to give her even a bite.]