[Albert has been busy arranging things for moving and purchasing furniture and the like, so he's been up for hours by the time the door is knocked on.
He isn't expecting company... but he drops everything and goes to the door anyway, dressed in a black and green subtly patterned shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his tie hanging loosely untied as he crunches numbers.
He doesn't expect to see Ignis on the other side, and his face lights up at the sight of him.]
Ignis! Good morning! To what do I owe the distinct pleasure?
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He isn't expecting company... but he drops everything and goes to the door anyway, dressed in a black and green subtly patterned shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his tie hanging loosely untied as he crunches numbers.
He doesn't expect to see Ignis on the other side, and his face lights up at the sight of him.]
Ignis! Good morning! To what do I owe the distinct pleasure?