[He's utterly enchanted, and the rest of the day goes by in something of a blur, Albert working himself to near exhaustion to keep from the anticipation eating away at him.
When Ignis knocks, he'll be greeted moments later by Albert in a soft, casual, deep purple shirt, the collar unfastened to show his amethyst gemstone at his throat, his own sleeves rolled up much in the fashion of Ignis' own.
He's ready with a greeting, but it dies on his lips at the sight of the flowers.]
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When Ignis knocks, he'll be greeted moments later by Albert in a soft, casual, deep purple shirt, the collar unfastened to show his amethyst gemstone at his throat, his own sleeves rolled up much in the fashion of Ignis' own.
He's ready with a greeting, but it dies on his lips at the sight of the flowers.]
...For me?