I spoke to someone who had a lot of the same animals from Eos - chocobos, coeurl, behemoths, cactuar... Didn't have a name I've heard of from any Lucian or Nif, though. Still, it's kind of a relief knowing that we're not the only ones who've had to deal with things like that.
[ No crystal is very good all things considered. The armiger still works and they don't have to worry about any sentient rock swallowing his king up. Or the gods sticking their noses where it doesn't belong. ]
Tried and true. We still know that guy who made those lures so I bet he could probably make something that'd work the same way as a bunch of cans.
So that's why you came back with leaves stuck to your shirt. I'll check it out.
Fine, tell me about it later. Be good for Iggy, alright?
[ But as promised he sets out ten, fifteen minutes later, and it's another twenty by the time he gets to the pond that held that behemoth of a fish. Untangling his medallion from his waist, he pulls it over his head, flips it over, and speaks his name- ]
Alright, Princess. Now what? You said it was northeast, right?
Yeah. Go around the edge and there's almost a path down the little hill. Like an animal trail, but I don't remember seeing any tracks. So you probably won't get mauled.
[ probably. there shouldn't be any tracks, at least not anymore; he cleared whatever was making them out already.
as it'll turn out, he also already determined that this would be a pretty good place to camp. he's not the expert here, but he'd like to think he knows his way around a good spot versus a crappy one, and this one's pretty alright. somewhere in-between a thicket and a clearing, it's a decent-sized space to set up some camping gear without being harassed by all manner of wildlife.
it's oddly perfectly staged for having been set up this whole time, though. and yet Noctis sounds as bland as ever, like he has no idea what's going to be there when Gladio arrives. ]
"Probably," he says. I'll remember that if a Behemoth decides to stick his head through the trees to snap me up.
[ As if one could sneak. No matter how stealthy they tried to be, there was no mistaking the tension in the air when one was around and... they weren't exactly the most quiet of animals. Too much chuffing, snorting and growling, not to mention the way the ground shook when they decided to stomp around.
At best he spots a few scrapes on the trunks of trees, some from antlers and on a rather hefty looking ceiba, some aged claw marks from some sort of predator. Ever the outdoorsman, Gladio can't resist the temptation to run his fingers along it as he maneuvers down the path and around the tree itself. ]
Makes you wonder what lives out he...
[ He rounds the tree and the curve in the trail, words dying on his tongue as the site comes into view. This was... What? Huh? Hello?
It takes a long minute for it to fully process. He's only half aware of Noct's voice in the medallion and in his own ears - 'You find it?' - casual interest in his tone, but nothing else that betrays him just yet. There's no response right away, just a quiet little half-huff of laughter that comes out in a haaa. ]
I... Y-Yeah, I... I think so. Think someone beat you to it, though.
[ this is the single best surprise "party" he's ever executed. not quite a party because, while he'll definitely be calling ignis and prompto over sooner rather than later, he kind of... wanted to do it just by himself at first. noctis is a brat, and he treats his friends like crap more often than not, but he knows where to draw the line with them when it comes to their ribbing. things boiled over and got ugly after altissia, and he still hasn't known quite what to say or do. the fishing helped, and the time they've spent together... good. but he just needed something a little bit more, you know? to get the point across.
ask him what the point is and he's not sure he could say exactly, but... the point. that he's sorry, or that he cares, or something. also just happy birthday? it's not like he thought they'd ever get to celebrate one of those normally again. and. okay, this isn't normal at all, but—
whatever. it's the best surprise he's ever executed. didn't even suspect a thing, did he? and he probably won't be expecting it when noctis ducks under the tent flap and emerges from it a moment later either. simply the coolest entrance he's ever. executed. ]
Really? That sucks. I worked hard on all this while I was supposed to be cleaning.
[ it's the same tired-casual tone as ever, but at least this time he's actually smiling a little. ]
[ It's the sound of the tent rustling that makes him whirl around on his heel, an apology ready to fly as he starts to backpedal- ]
Ah, sorβ
[ But it dies on his lips as the owner steps out, and... It's Noct. It's fucking Noct, and for a solid thirty seconds all Gladio can do is stare like someone had thrown their drink in his face. Which has maybe only happened once, and that was because he had the gall to turn someone down but still, it's almost a mirror image of That Time. The bag on his shoulder slooooooowly starts to slip, and when it hits the ground with a thwump he doesn't even bother bending over to pick it up. ]
...Noct?
[ Almost as if he doesn't believe what and who he's seeing, let alone hearingβ ]
[ that's a pretty magnificent reaction. it could've been even more comically shocked, in fact, he'd sort of been expecting that. there's just something so... oddly, unexpectedly tentative about Gladio's expression that Noctis hadn't been ready for, and that's not a bad thing at all, just... ah, man... don't make it all emotional-y an stuff! he's not ready.
for the time being, he tries to keep the little self-satisfied smirk on his face, along with the unaffected tone. it's easy to do, since that's how he always sounds, but it's like blood in the water, that one little tentative note in his voice, too. which says so little about the very large amount of tentativeness he actually feels on the inside, his uncertainty that he's even allowed to offer such a rapport with him after... you know. after everything. the more the plan unfolds, the more larger that olive branch seems to be, and he's nothing if not a ball of self-doubt, but—stay the course. too late to go back. and Gladio doesn't look mad, so... ]
Yeah, this. Put the tent up all by myself and everything.
[ it's kind of a shit tier tent, but it is standing, it isn't lopsided, and the material is thick enough to keep the moisture out, so it does the job. Noctis glances to his handiwork, then down to the happy little flickering campfire he made (without exploding it with magic), and then just kind of everywhere before his gaze eventually ventures back to Gladio's face. ]
[ Definitely too late to go back. He keeps staring at him with that absolutely ridiculous gobsmacked look (when he isn't gawping at Noct's handiwork), even as he steps into the campsite proper. Disbelief. Shock. Wonder. Actual honest-to-six surprise. Out of everything he could've expected from his prince β his king β this wasn't one of them. Not when he thinks back to everything else.
(That fishing trip didn't even begin to make up for the way Gladio was back home.)
It's almost a little too much if he thinks about it for too long, so... he stops trying to overthink it. His feet carry him to Noct's side, one large hand clapping down onto his shoulder. ]
You dβ
[ Happy birthday.
Ah. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuckβ ]
Noct...
[ Fuck it. The hand leaves, replaced by an arm looping around his neck and shoulders, and after a brief stint of hesitation Gladio drags him into his chest to properly wrap both arms around his back. Don't get weepy, you big dumb Behemoth. ]
[ oh no. maybe the "happy birthday" was too much. he doesn't mean to look so reproachful when Gladio comes over to him and feels a little stupid about it. it's not like he assumes he's going to get punched or anything like what happened between them on the train—that'd be a little bit much even for Gladio. like, a lot a bit much. like, kinda sociopathic? so it can't be that, it's not that. it's just the emotional reproach, the I'm not sure if this is okay, did I go too far, am I trying too hard, was this the wrong thing to do when we're so... screwed up?
he doesn't figure out anything to say (shooting for something casual, teasing and nonchalant, which is hard when he's rapidly starting to feel not that way at all) before Gladio puts his arms around him and pulls him in, so all that winds up coming out is a broken stammer of his own. comically, his arms go straight out in front of him when his face plants into Gladio's chest, and he's stiff and awkward as a board for a whole couple of seconds. ]
Geez—come on, it's not that big a deal...
[ but it kind of... is, though? a little? he hadn't really meant for it to be, but also, he totally did. he'd picked something that he knew would ordinarily make Gladio happy, and what's more, he put in the work to do it himself. and then cleverly surprised him with it, too. and they just lost their home and all their loved ones in one fell swoop, and the whole of Eos is falling apart, and they've all been broken and traumatized and robbed of their right to even feel whole, so who the hell would've ever assumed they'd celebrate another birthday again? and—
yeah... he kind of played himself here. and he's playing himself by getting in his feelings about it now. after those couple of slightly rigid seconds, Noctis's arms bend and fold around Gladio's back, not bothering to turn his head to breathe. or to talk. because he doesn't, suddenly, feel like there's anything else he needs to say. ]
Gladio's arms tighten around him immediately the second he feels Noct's arms go around his back, holding him so tight that he practically dares any gods or crystal to pull him from his hold. Noct may say it's not a big deal but they both know it is. Had things not gone the way they had, Altissia would've gone off without (ha) a hitch and they'd all be back in Insomnia. Ignis wouldn't have turned twenty-three in this world, and Gladio would've been spending his twenty-forth with his family. Iris. Jared. Talcott.
Dad.
The thought pulls a shaky breath from the Shield, and for a moment he holds onto Noct tighter. Breathe, Gladio. Deep breath. In and out, just like that.
It's not complete, but... he still has part of his family here. He's still got Prompto and Ignis. He still has Noctis. And Noctis... He'd gone out of his way to do this. For him. It's not perfect, but you know what? That's just fine with Gladio. More than fine. Once he's got his emotions (mostly) under control, he takes a slow breath, lets it out, and-]
Aside from maybe the faintest of squeaks when Gladio squeezes him, Noctis doesn't protest when he very well could. And would, and might even be expected to a little bit. Not that he's allergic to affection, but he's never put up with too much contact before he feels the need to huff and puff about it, even when he... secretly actually likes it. Don't ask him why he is that way, either, because he has no idea. He just... is. A weirdo, messed up. Unable to be all the way honest with his friends sometimes. Not always, though. Just sometimes. This time, the way he tucks his face against Gladio's chest and lets him hold him, maybe even squeezes back a little bit, he's not obfuscating anything.
He's not hiding his face or anything, don't get it twisted. But if he mumbles his immediate answer directly between Gladio's pecs that is between him and god and he will not be accepting comments or criticism about it at this time. ]
Well... good. I'm glad.
[ Augh. Okay, enough, Gladio's sweaty and he's starting to feel self-conscious. Gnawing the inside of his cheek, he shrugs his shoulder and starts to take a step back, as seemingly casual about it as he can manage to be as he meets Gladio's eye (because not doing that would be even more embarrassing and he is not a weenie). ]
'Cause if you didn't I'd be feeling pretty lame right about now. You wanna heat up some noodles and sit around awhile, or...?
[ The longer they stand there together like this, the more bold he begins to feel until eventually he's got one hand at the back of Noct's head, cradling him just and close and as gently as he did Iris before they'd all left for Altissia. That one simple gesture speaks for him rather than using words.
All 'I love you's without any of the 'see you soon's.
Because he does - he loves Noctis more than he can express with his own words. It's not that he's embarrassed to say it outloud, more that he doesn't quite know how to say it in a way that wasn't overly casual. After everything this was a big deal - a bigger-than-Titan Big Deal - and he'd be damned if he opened his mouth to say something stupid enough to ruin it. Nah, it's better to keep things buried and harmless. ]
You? Feel lame? That'd be the headline of the century, wouldn't it?
[ Even though Noct pulls back, it doesn't stop Gladio from reaching out to tussle his hair at the same time. To his credit he doesn't let the disappointment on his face show from how soon they part, but you know what? He'll have plenty of opportunities to pull him right back in later. ]
Though if you prepped for noodles... Either you know about the stash I picked up from Coba or you've got something else hidden that I don't know about.
[ Not like he made The Stash a big secret. He'd even brought one along just in case he wound up stuck out in the wilds for some unknown reason, along with extra supplies. Bear jerky, some dried wyvern meat from the markets after a few hunters returned from Coatepec some days ago, plenty of water, the works. ]
[ Although he makes a face, Noctis doesn't swat his hand away. In all honesty, he feels like it was a little too soon, too, but that's just how he is, isn't it? And besides, he... maybe got a little scared. Of what might happen if he didn't pull away. If he let that moment go on too long, what they might say or do... there's a big, emotional episode there just waiting to happen, and this is only scratching the surface of it.
But yeah. They've got plenty of time. And he must not be that scared, because he knows full well this is just the start. If he'd been looking to find an excuse to hide from it for real, he would've invited Ignis and Prompto right from the getgo. ]
Wait, another stash? I just figured you probably had one saved up somewhere. You're like a magician with those things. Rabbit in a hat, only it's a Cup Noodle "for a rainy day."
[ Well. It sure ain't raining today, but that's liable to change on a dime. It feels like it's a rare day when it isn't raining or otherwise intolerably moist out here, but that's at least not the most unfamiliar thing in the world. If not for the heat, it'd remind him a lot of Duscae. Good times, those... kinda... sorta. Some of 'em. ]
I'll cook if you trust me not to ruin 'em... and that's a big if.
You can thank Prompto for that. There's this statue over in Coba that'll apparently grant you something you want if you leave an offering. He told me about it, and as a joke I asked for a pack of 'em. Turns out it's legit, so...
[ Gladio shrugs with a wild grin, finally taking a step or three back to pick up his bag from where he'd dropped it so he can gently toss it right at Noct. Heads up, dude! He's not afraid of beaning him with it, and even if he did it's not as if he's got anything heavy in it. They've all carried heavier when it came to setting up camp at the havens - every piece of equipment lugged up and down hills from the car to the site, sometimes day after day? This was easy in comparison. ]
They're just noodles. If I could manage making 'em when I was eight, you can do it no problem.
[ After all it's just boiling water! How hard could it be? ]
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Date: 2022-04-06 12:12 am (UTC)[ No crystal is very good all things considered. The armiger still works and they don't have to worry about any sentient rock swallowing his king up. Or the gods sticking their noses where it doesn't belong. ]
Tried and true. We still know that guy who made those lures so I bet he could probably make something that'd work the same way as a bunch of cans.
So that's why you came back with leaves stuck to your shirt. I'll check it out.
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Date: 2022-04-06 12:20 am (UTC)[ hiso hiso ]
You should go now while its still early
Maybe if i can get these stupid chores done ill catch up
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Date: 2022-04-06 12:29 am (UTC)[ Big boned intensifies ]
I'll head out in fifteen. Gotta pack a few things just in case.
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Date: 2022-04-06 12:54 am (UTC)Cool. call me when you're almost there
[ when he's almost there. just, oh... you know... for no reason at all! none! ]
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Date: 2022-04-06 01:11 am (UTC)I'll call when I get to the pond. Good?
[ hE'S NOT GONNA TRIP AND DIE, gosh!!!! unless???? ]
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Date: 2022-04-06 01:15 am (UTC)[ he really draws the whole emoji ]
Good enough
[ (pusspuss voice) NO!!!!!!!! ]
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Date: 2022-04-06 01:33 am (UTC)[ But as promised he sets out ten, fifteen minutes later, and it's another twenty by the time he gets to the pond that held that behemoth of a fish. Untangling his medallion from his waist, he pulls it over his head, flips it over, and speaks his name- ]
Alright, Princess. Now what? You said it was northeast, right?
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Date: 2022-04-06 02:02 am (UTC)[ probably. there shouldn't be any tracks, at least not anymore; he cleared whatever was making them out already.
as it'll turn out, he also already determined that this would be a pretty good place to camp. he's not the expert here, but he'd like to think he knows his way around a good spot versus a crappy one, and this one's pretty alright. somewhere in-between a thicket and a clearing, it's a decent-sized space to set up some camping gear without being harassed by all manner of wildlife.
and as it will also turn out, he's already done that, too. it may not be the coleman stuff, but it's... it's stuff? there's a sort of slipshod tent pitched, made up of wooden stakes and big, heavy burlap. several wooden chairs as well, and they even kinda-sorta fold. no cooler, but there's a crate that probably has something in it that'll have to serve just as well, and the pièce de résistance: a chipper little campfire, already burning, with one of those portable cooktops placed overtop of it and a nearby tin to boil water in.
y'know. for the noods.
it's oddly perfectly staged for having been set up this whole time, though. and yet Noctis sounds as bland as ever, like he has no idea what's going to be there when Gladio arrives. ]
You find it?
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Date: 2022-04-08 11:14 am (UTC)[ As if one could sneak. No matter how stealthy they tried to be, there was no mistaking the tension in the air when one was around and... they weren't exactly the most quiet of animals. Too much chuffing, snorting and growling, not to mention the way the ground shook when they decided to stomp around.
At best he spots a few scrapes on the trunks of trees, some from antlers and on a rather hefty looking ceiba, some aged claw marks from some sort of predator. Ever the outdoorsman, Gladio can't resist the temptation to run his fingers along it as he maneuvers down the path and around the tree itself. ]
Makes you wonder what lives out he...
[ He rounds the tree and the curve in the trail, words dying on his tongue as the site comes into view. This was... What? Huh? Hello?
It takes a long minute for it to fully process. He's only half aware of Noct's voice in the medallion and in his own ears - 'You find it?' - casual interest in his tone, but nothing else that betrays him just yet. There's no response right away, just a quiet little half-huff of laughter that comes out in a haaa. ]
I... Y-Yeah, I... I think so. Think someone beat you to it, though.
[ Or did they? ]
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Date: 2022-04-09 02:37 am (UTC)ask him what the point is and he's not sure he could say exactly, but... the point. that he's sorry, or that he cares, or something. also just happy birthday? it's not like he thought they'd ever get to celebrate one of those normally again. and. okay, this isn't normal at all, but—
whatever. it's the best surprise he's ever executed. didn't even suspect a thing, did he? and he probably won't be expecting it when noctis ducks under the tent flap and emerges from it a moment later either. simply the coolest entrance he's ever. executed. ]
Really? That sucks. I worked hard on all this while I was supposed to be cleaning.
[ it's the same tired-casual tone as ever, but at least this time he's actually smiling a little. ]
Surpriiise.
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Date: 2022-04-10 05:37 pm (UTC)Ah, sorβ
[ But it dies on his lips as the owner steps out, and... It's Noct. It's fucking Noct, and for a solid thirty seconds all Gladio can do is stare like someone had thrown their drink in his face. Which has maybe only happened once, and that was because he had the gall to turn someone down but still, it's almost a mirror image of That Time. The bag on his shoulder slooooooowly starts to slip, and when it hits the ground with a thwump he doesn't even bother bending over to pick it up. ]
...Noct?
[ Almost as if he doesn't believe what and who he's seeing, let alone hearingβ ]
W-Wait. Surprise? Youβ This?
[ u made that for me?? ]
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Date: 2022-04-12 04:46 pm (UTC)for the time being, he tries to keep the little self-satisfied smirk on his face, along with the unaffected tone. it's easy to do, since that's how he always sounds, but it's like blood in the water, that one little tentative note in his voice, too. which says so little about the very large amount of tentativeness he actually feels on the inside, his uncertainty that he's even allowed to offer such a rapport with him after... you know. after everything. the more the plan unfolds, the more larger that olive branch seems to be, and he's nothing if not a ball of self-doubt, but—stay the course. too late to go back. and Gladio doesn't look mad, so... ]
Yeah, this. Put the tent up all by myself and everything.
[ it's kind of a shit tier tent, but it is standing, it isn't lopsided, and the material is thick enough to keep the moisture out, so it does the job. Noctis glances to his handiwork, then down to the happy little flickering campfire he made (without exploding it with magic), and then just kind of everywhere before his gaze eventually ventures back to Gladio's face. ]
Happy birthday...?
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Date: 2022-04-13 08:09 pm (UTC)(That fishing trip didn't even begin to make up for the way Gladio was back home.)
It's almost a little too much if he thinks about it for too long, so... he stops trying to overthink it. His feet carry him to Noct's side, one large hand clapping down onto his shoulder. ]
You dβ
[ Happy birthday.
Ah. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuckβ ]
Noct...
[ Fuck it. The hand leaves, replaced by an arm looping around his neck and shoulders, and after a brief stint of hesitation Gladio drags him into his chest to properly wrap both arms around his back. Don't get weepy, you big dumb Behemoth. ]
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Date: 2022-04-19 04:42 pm (UTC)he doesn't figure out anything to say (shooting for something casual, teasing and nonchalant, which is hard when he's rapidly starting to feel not that way at all) before Gladio puts his arms around him and pulls him in, so all that winds up coming out is a broken stammer of his own. comically, his arms go straight out in front of him when his face plants into Gladio's chest, and he's stiff and awkward as a board for a whole couple of seconds. ]
Geez—come on, it's not that big a deal...
[ but it kind of... is, though? a little? he hadn't really meant for it to be, but also, he totally did. he'd picked something that he knew would ordinarily make Gladio happy, and what's more, he put in the work to do it himself. and then cleverly surprised him with it, too. and they just lost their home and all their loved ones in one fell swoop, and the whole of Eos is falling apart, and they've all been broken and traumatized and robbed of their right to even feel whole, so who the hell would've ever assumed they'd celebrate another birthday again? and—
yeah... he kind of played himself here. and he's playing himself by getting in his feelings about it now. after those couple of slightly rigid seconds, Noctis's arms bend and fold around Gladio's back, not bothering to turn his head to breathe. or to talk. because he doesn't, suddenly, feel like there's anything else he needs to say. ]
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Date: 2022-04-20 01:27 am (UTC)Gladio's arms tighten around him immediately the second he feels Noct's arms go around his back, holding him so tight that he practically dares any gods or crystal to pull him from his hold. Noct may say it's not a big deal but they both know it is. Had things not gone the way they had, Altissia would've gone off without (ha) a hitch and they'd all be back in Insomnia. Ignis wouldn't have turned twenty-three in this world, and Gladio would've been spending his twenty-forth with his family. Iris. Jared. Talcott.
Dad.
The thought pulls a shaky breath from the Shield, and for a moment he holds onto Noct tighter. Breathe, Gladio. Deep breath. In and out, just like that.
It's not complete, but... he still has part of his family here. He's still got Prompto and Ignis. He still has Noctis. And Noctis... He'd gone out of his way to do this. For him. It's not perfect, but you know what? That's just fine with Gladio. More than fine. Once he's got his emotions (mostly) under control, he takes a slow breath, lets it out, and-]
...I love it.
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Date: 2022-04-23 07:14 pm (UTC)Aside from maybe the faintest of squeaks when Gladio squeezes him, Noctis doesn't protest when he very well could. And would, and might even be expected to a little bit. Not that he's allergic to affection, but he's never put up with too much contact before he feels the need to huff and puff about it, even when he... secretly actually likes it. Don't ask him why he is that way, either, because he has no idea. He just... is. A weirdo, messed up. Unable to be all the way honest with his friends sometimes. Not always, though. Just sometimes. This time, the way he tucks his face against Gladio's chest and lets him hold him, maybe even squeezes back a little bit, he's not obfuscating anything.
He's not hiding his face or anything, don't get it twisted. But if he mumbles his immediate answer directly between Gladio's pecs that is between him and god and he will not be accepting comments or criticism about it at this time. ]
Well... good. I'm glad.
[ Augh. Okay, enough, Gladio's sweaty and he's starting to feel self-conscious. Gnawing the inside of his cheek, he shrugs his shoulder and starts to take a step back, as seemingly casual about it as he can manage to be as he meets Gladio's eye (because not doing that would be even more embarrassing and he is not a weenie). ]
'Cause if you didn't I'd be feeling pretty lame right about now. You wanna heat up some noodles and sit around awhile, or...?
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Date: 2022-04-23 09:30 pm (UTC)All 'I love you's without any of the 'see you soon's.
Because he does - he loves Noctis more than he can express with his own words. It's not that he's embarrassed to say it outloud, more that he doesn't quite know how to say it in a way that wasn't overly casual. After everything this was a big deal - a bigger-than-Titan Big Deal - and he'd be damned if he opened his mouth to say something stupid enough to ruin it. Nah, it's better to keep things buried and harmless. ]
You? Feel lame? That'd be the headline of the century, wouldn't it?
[ Even though Noct pulls back, it doesn't stop Gladio from reaching out to tussle his hair at the same time. To his credit he doesn't let the disappointment on his face show from how soon they part, but you know what? He'll have plenty of opportunities to pull him right back in later. ]
Though if you prepped for noodles... Either you know about the stash I picked up from Coba or you've got something else hidden that I don't know about.
[ Not like he made The Stash a big secret. He'd even brought one along just in case he wound up stuck out in the wilds for some unknown reason, along with extra supplies. Bear jerky, some dried wyvern meat from the markets after a few hunters returned from Coatepec some days ago, plenty of water, the works. ]
You offering to cook, or am I?
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Date: 2022-04-25 05:06 pm (UTC)But yeah. They've got plenty of time. And he must not be that scared, because he knows full well this is just the start. If he'd been looking to find an excuse to hide from it for real, he would've invited Ignis and Prompto right from the getgo. ]
Wait, another stash? I just figured you probably had one saved up somewhere. You're like a magician with those things. Rabbit in a hat, only it's a Cup Noodle "for a rainy day."
[ Well. It sure ain't raining today, but that's liable to change on a dime. It feels like it's a rare day when it isn't raining or otherwise intolerably moist out here, but that's at least not the most unfamiliar thing in the world. If not for the heat, it'd remind him a lot of Duscae. Good times, those... kinda... sorta. Some of 'em. ]
I'll cook if you trust me not to ruin 'em... and that's a big if.
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Date: 2022-04-25 07:46 pm (UTC)[ Gladio shrugs with a wild grin, finally taking a step or three back to pick up his bag from where he'd dropped it so he can gently toss it right at Noct. Heads up, dude! He's not afraid of beaning him with it, and even if he did it's not as if he's got anything heavy in it. They've all carried heavier when it came to setting up camp at the havens - every piece of equipment lugged up and down hills from the car to the site, sometimes day after day? This was easy in comparison. ]
They're just noodles. If I could manage making 'em when I was eight, you can do it no problem.
[ After all it's just boiling water! How hard could it be? ]
Mind if I check everything else out?