it must be the all too-obvious lack of umbrella that strands him beneath the shop’s overhang and just out of the rain’s reach. if he’s honest, gladio can admit to being amused by the apparent lack of foresight when leaving his home in the morning. luckily enough, the sorry stranger would find himself at the doorstep of his flower shop, and therefore was greeted by a nudge to his shoulder to rouse him from his previous stupor.
❝ i can’t stop you from sitting out here, but it’s probably a little dryer inside. ❞














