Oct 25, 2017
@somnusheir
“Old habits die hard, huh?” Gladio smirks from the apartment couch, only really half teasing because old habits do die hard. Here they are, miles, universes, away from Insomia and here Gladio is, pulling Noctis’ leg. Here he is, still unsatisfied with Noctis.
He huffs, and crosses his arms across his chest. The click of his tongue rings out a little louder than he wants it to be, but he supposes that doesn’t matter, considering his rising levels of frustration. Gladio levels his gaze on Noctis, suddenly not teasing in the slightest.
“A completely new city and all you can do with yourself is mooch off Ignis and sleep. Are you ever going to actually get a job?”