Ignis's smile showed his teeth. "No," he agreed, "it doesn't look like his style." There was, for one thing, a distinct lack of small guard Malboros, and a notable lack of flowers. The ship also wasn't grand and ostentatious. Ignis got the distinct impression, and perhaps it had come from witnessing Marluxia dramatically flourishing an excessively large pink scythe for effect, that Marluxia's taste was a little more... in your face. It probably involved expensive wood and gold, rather than chrome and shiny lacquerwork.
Ignis was drawn to the illuminated cockpit, drawing his fingers almost reverently over the bottom of the panel as he approached. Letters were inscribed on the buttons. Ignis recognised a handful of them as Pulsian script, although he could no more read it than he could speak it. It was firm proof that the ship truly was Pulsian in origin.
With the way Lumi reached naturally for the controls he must have invested a lot of time into working out what buttons did what. "I daresay I prefer your efforts."
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Date: 2019-05-13 08:18 pm (UTC)Ignis was drawn to the illuminated cockpit, drawing his fingers almost reverently over the bottom of the panel as he approached. Letters were inscribed on the buttons. Ignis recognised a handful of them as Pulsian script, although he could no more read it than he could speak it. It was firm proof that the ship truly was Pulsian in origin.
With the way Lumi reached naturally for the controls he must have invested a lot of time into working out what buttons did what. "I daresay I prefer your efforts."