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Who: Gladio and... anyone! If someone from Blue Team wants to come assist, they can!
What: Gladio has a mission. And is bored. So bored.
When: Egret 19, dawn. Or as dawn as you can get. And will be going on almost all day till he gets to the cabins.
Where: Currently the dining car. But he will be everywhere!
Warnings: Just a bunch of silliness, really! ^^ Gladio has only one working arm currently so this should be highly amusing. Come help him, chat to him, judge him as you pass by, whatever floats your goat.

Gladio was no stranger to getting down and dirty with the troops. His father had taught him well. Just because he was the Kings Shield didn't put him above others, he needed to do his part to the cause, so to speak.

Which was why, when the Shield discovered that his 'Team' had chores to do, he found himself in the store carriage picking through the cleaning supplies to get a start on doing just that. What else did he have to do, exactly?

After picking through the cleaning products that he would need, Gladio headed for the next carriage. For now he was only going to clean the common areas, without having permission from the other passengers he wasn't about to go barging into bedrooms demanding they get the hell out so he can tidy up their mess. No, he would start from one end and work his way through. The dining carriage was his first port of call. He had polish and cloths for tables and chairs and anything else he could find that undoubtedly had layers of dust. The kitchen he bypassed and up he went, armed and ready to do battle with dust bunnies and coffee rings.

The fact he only had one usable arm did not deter him. He didn't really need two to clean, right?

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"I'm not using that arm." Gladio pointed out reasonably. He'd heard Ignis coming and had managed to step out of his way, just narrowly missing being knocked into. Clearly Ignis hadn't seen him there, though how that was Gladio didn't know. It wasn't as if he was inconspicuous.

"Sitting around is driving me insane. So I'm doing this." He shot Ignis a look. "Hope you don't plan on making me stop. I'm bored. I'll find something else to do. And it'll probably piss you off more than cleaning and making myself actually useful."

There was a sigh. Nagging and fussing were Ignis' way of showing that he cared and the Shield was a longtime trusted friend. "Then at least try not to overdo it." There was a lot of guilt on his end about how that mission went and no matter how many times he replayed Tony's message that it was okay and it wasn't his fault, it was still his responsibility. He was the only leader of the team though he had been thinking about nominating someone else to help.

"It's too bad there isn't an out of doors to let you loose in." That would give Gladio something to do. But really he hoped there was no more outer space for any of them. The head shook. "I've no intention of doing so. Just don't overdo it."

The last part came out softly. Blinking once at the shield, he sighed again. "Just come to me if you're in pain."

He had no intention of pushing himself too hard. He knew his limits (when not in the heat of battle of course), and he knew if he pushed himself past those limits there were several people he would have to answer to. He just needed to do something more than sit around. It was driving him insane. He'd never liked it back home and he hated it more even now.

But he kept his expression calm and now he knew Ignis wasn't forcing him to stop, he was even able to smile. "Good. I'm just doing a little, Iggy. Just as much as I can. It's our job after all, right?"

He hated when he and Gladio disagreed on things even if in the moment he never looked like it. Anything that was said was silently gone over later a thousand times and it replayed. But seeing the shield here with him now had him hope they really didn't argue over things anymore.

His mind worked through so many replies and he tried to maintain a hard ass look but when he thought of disappearing and not being there for Gladio when they first got back, he blamed himself for that.

So the shield got a lowered tone and a steady gaze. "Yes..I suppose you're right."

Edited 2020-04-09 04:44 (UTC)

Gladio was quiet as he waited for Ignis, he could see the gears working in his head, but when he spoke all Gladio could do was stare. Had he said something wrong? If so what the hell was it? He tried to think back and couldn't see a thing wrong with what he was saying or doing. So why was Ignis looking at him like that and using that tone?

"The hell...?" Gladio muttered under his breath and tossed the cloth in his hand down onto the table before he turned to properly face Ignis. "The hell is wrong, Ignis?" He demanded then, tone firm. "The hell do you want me to do? Just sit around and twiddle my thumb? There's no outdoors to set me loose in like a damn dog, but there's work to do in here. Work our Team is tasked to do and I should do my part since I can't damn well do anything else! So what's the problem? Tell me? Because right now I'm feeling damn useless and this, surprisingly, is helping!"

If he didn't know Gladio, Ignis would've backed down with a quickness as there was no need in poking the bear so to speak. He listened to the shield and all he could do was shake his head. Let him loose? Well he was right in the fact that there wasn't anywhere to go and letting Gladio do such a thing was always beneficial back home. It was good to let him have space to breathe, think and calm down.

Here there wasn't that benefit.

Years of knowing the man before him made Ignis not argue. He got closer to Gladio and couldn't seem to find the words he wanted to say. So all the shield got was an apologetic sort of look. He knew Gladio was doing the best he could with what he had and doing the best he could. It was he who failed the shield, not the other way around.

Silence was not the best way to deal with Gladio right then. Just looking at him and not replying to his questions, his pleading, was not the way. And that look? Gladio was getting angry. Why wasn't Ignis answering him? What the hell had he done to the guy to deserve being ignored? Why wouldn't he just talk to him? Why the hell was it so damn hard?

Anger washed through him and at his side his hand balled into a fist. Never before had he wanted to hit Ignis as much as he did right at that moment.

But just as quickly as the anger came, it was followed by guilt. And fear. The memory of Prompto's tales of back home, of how he was. Of anger. He swore he wouldn't be like that.

The fist at his side uncurled and the fight just... left him. He dropped himself down into a seat and slumped forward. "... Dammit, Ignis... If you're not going to talk to me... then go. Just go..." Because he couldn't take it anymore. He was just so damn tired.

Guilt flooded through Ignis and he waited to be struck. There would be no fight in return and no tattling because leaving the shield's side (as well as his team's) to go fuck off and disappear for who knew what reason was no excuse at all. He felt like he should be punished for something even if he had no control over it.

So green eyes widened in surprise as the tense moments ticked by and Gladio dropped. The strategist was almost disappointed he didn't get hit. After watching the other slumping forward, leaving was what he thought to do but then he reconsidered. He wasn't the only one suffering here, that much was so very plain.

Instead of turning away, Ignis got down on his knees and studied the shield for just a moment, deciding if what he planned next would be alright. Well it was a calculated risk so either it would be accepted or he'd get hit. And either way he was alright with the outcomes.

And that's when he reached for the shield and pulled him in for a hug.

Ignis wasn't going. He wasn't talking. Gladio was starting to get angry again. But just as it had the last time it faded away to be replaced by an ache in his chest. Was this his fault? Had he done something wrong? Why was Ignis being like this? He'd thought things were better between the two of them, had he been wrong?

He suddenly had a longing for Prompto. A wish the blonde would show up like some miracle and save him from this hell. But Gladio knew how selfish that was. It wasn't up to Prompto to come and save him from every socially awkward situation he found himself in. It wasn't Prompto's job to save him from himself... And yet he still wished for him to be there.

Gladio pulled in a breath to tell Ignis to just get the fuck out already. He was done.

But before he could say a thing arms went around him. And Gladio froze. He tensed. When had Ignis moved to get in front of him? When had he gotten into a position where he could hug? Damn, he'd not been paying attention... Why the hell was he being hugged though? Ignis still wasn't saying a thing and it was driving him insane. Gladio had half a mind to push Ignis away and tell him where he could shove his hugs. But that would have required energy that he just didn't have. So he just shut up as well. He closed his eyes and slumped forward and just... gave up. What was the point in fighting?

Excuse the mess but we live here.

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