Birds of a Different Feather
“You really think one of your chocobos will take to me? Or is this just Noctis bothering you about being able to go hunting on chocobo back again. Knowing he cant’ if I can’t come along,” Gladiolus asked, arms folded behind them as they walked through the Scientia stables.
He hadn’t visited Ignis’ family estates much, they were far enough away that it made it inconvenient most times. But Noctis was training with his father for a few days, and the glaives and Gladio’s own father were more than able to take his duty over, give him a much needed vacation.
“Or is it something else? Did you just want to get me all alone to yourself, Scientia, secreted away from the public eye?” that last was added teasingly, openly flirtatious without any intent there. Unless Ignis decided to flirt back, at least.
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