[Gladio couldn't help but lean forward, fascinated despite himself, and watched what Romeo did. When he spoke... there was... something? A shimmer? Like glitter of something...
He hesitated at the request, but picked up his pencil.]
Trusting you here, kid.
[Sure, it was just a pencil. But he really didn't want to be known as the guy who'd taken out Romeo's eye throwing things at him. So... with a silent prayer that wouldn't happen, he tossed the pencil at the boy.]
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He hesitated at the request, but picked up his pencil.]
Trusting you here, kid.
[Sure, it was just a pencil. But he really didn't want to be known as the guy who'd taken out Romeo's eye throwing things at him. So... with a silent prayer that wouldn't happen, he tossed the pencil at the boy.]