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voidtreckerexpress2020-04-05 07:47 am
callmegladio) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-04-05 07:47 am
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Excuse the mess but we live here.
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?
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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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.
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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?