Gladio
“you’re the one who suggested this. don’t go chicken out on me now.”
he can’t believe the other was now hesitating after bringing this up. it was just a harmless prank. nothing bad would happen to noctis and if anything goes wrong he will jump in there and save his ass like always. dragging the prince out of the tent carefully while trying to not wake him up he drags his sleeping bag over the lake nearby.
“you better get your camera ready. i bet you don’t wanna miss the chance to take some nice shoots of noct’s reactions.”
“I can’t help it! What if he decides to go all crazy red-eyes on us with his Armiger weapons?”
His voice is an octave higher than usual, despite his hushed tones. His camera is grasped in his hands like a lifeline, and although he wants to stop Gladio, he knows the pay off for this prank will be the best he had seen in his life. Too bad he wasn’t sure they’d survive to tell the tale.
“All right, all right. Camera’s ready, big guy. I just hope you’re ready to run when he’s up.”















