recolle | footsteps will fade away, like memories

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ghost in the shell: togusa

footsteps will fade away, like memories

WHO: Gladio Amicia and anyone in the area at the time
WHERE: Around Tribunal Terrace, and then at the edge of Recollé Woods (just outside Apprassage District)
WHEN: After Founder's Day
WHAT: Chances to have a run-in with a local cop
WARNINGS: Mentions of a coma and death in the Hospital prompt. Anything new that pops up will be added here.

{ H o s p i t a l }

It was a common occurrence to find Gladio out running with his dog, Rufus. Even more common, was the chance for someone to either catch him before, during, or after his daily hospital visits. Sure, as a cop, he was well-aware that having a very predictable pattern could be dangerous, but then... his pattern was only as predictable as his daily life itself. Some days, he went to the hospital before work. Some days, he went after. Some days, he used his lunch break. As for his off days, there was honestly no telling when he'd make it -- just that he would. Because he always went. It was the promise he'd made her (Acacia Amicia, his mother) on the very first day he went to visit... and it was a promise he'd move heaven and earth to keep, so long as he kept some form of control over his body.

On that day, he was going to be spending more time in the hospital than usual.

If any curious passerby decided to finally approach him, today was the day... though he'd be found either leaning against a wall, sitting in the waiting room, or pacing. He wouldn't be the first to say anything to anyone, even if he did know them. His mind was clearly on something, though he wasn't letting it show on his face whether it was something bad or not.

{ M i s c . }

Drinking wasn't something he often did a ton of in one sitting, but he could be found grabbing one at a bar from time to time.

Most nights, he'd be slowly sipping one a beer... but some nights, he could be found going through a few drinks. On the former nights, he'd pleasantly greet anyone who happened to catch his eyes or even approach them to chat. On the latter nights, he was much more friendly and outgoing, tossing an arm around anyone he was past a first name basis with... or maybe offering to buy them a drink or two.

Whichever was the case, the bar was a place to catch him laughing or joking; perhaps he'd be there just for the socializing... or maybe he was there to catch some sports. Sure, he wasn't a big sports person, but it could be kind of hilarious to watch how into the games people could get. Whether fans of a losing team or winning team, people could get pretty damn rowdy (and... he was also there to be a voice of reason for those who got violent).

{ C a b i n }

Something he hadn't made news for even those he was closest to, was that he was building a cabin (not that he made it a secret, of course; it would have been possible for a certain few to catch on to the fact).

Gladio could be found on every single off day (and sometimes on days he worked a shorter shift than usual) at a cabin -- well... the start of a cabin? Most times, he'd be there with Rufus -- his dog would be running around, usually chasing a ball or chewing on his bone (which he seemed to just love pushing through the dirt first).

For anyone approaching, they'd have to deal with Rufus practically trying to tackle them to the ground in excitement... unless the person knew the... "password" (saying "down" or a hand, palm facing Rufus, lifted to the chest in a gesture for him to lie on his belly/sit -- whichever the dog feels like at the time). While Gladio did have Rufus trained to listen, the dog was harmless towards harmless people who had no ill intentions. He wouldn't be hurting anyone beyond jumping on them for attempted snuggle time...

As for Gladio himself, he would be working hard to get the roof finished -- he was currently ensuring that it was weatherproof.

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[ Hospitals are, strangely, easy for Ryoji to feel comfortable in. Despite the implications have having to be in a hospital, the nurses he's spoken to are patient, doctors assuring, and many patients brighten at having a visitor during their long, mundane stay. Today, however, he's more subdued, sitting in the waiting room with book open on his lap, its pages turned maybe once every half an hour, and even then it's three or four pages at a time as if time jerking forward whenever he snaps out of a reverie.

Ryoji doesn't seem to be the only one who's distracted, or needs distracting, though. He'd been in the waiting room long enough to watch Gladio go through all the motions, from pacing to leaning to sitting and back to pacing, and at long last Ryoji marks his page with a frayed ribbon and closes the book. He stands, leaves the room, and is gone for ten minutes. When he returns, it's with two cups, steam escaping through the lids, one of which he holds out to Gladio. ]

It's chamomile.

[ Please take it and maybe sit down; the pacing makes him anxious. ]

[ Maybe it's just as strange, but... some part of him finds a weird sort of comfort in this place. Maybe because this is the place he now associates his mother with. Maybe it has to do with how many years he's spent here. Or... maybe it's something to do with the fact that he's grown so used to some of the faces.

Speaking of, he does feel like he's seen this guy before -- maybe he's caught sight of him before, but then... Gladio doesn't tend to be in top form in this place. That's why, when he suddenly sees someone standing next to him, followed by said person speaking, he blinks in mild surprise. For a moment, his brow furrows and he looks like he wants to say something. Only, instead of actually speaking, he gives a soft grunt-like sound, reaching out to take the cup. A soft smirk is given and he nods. Maybe he got the silent message? Or maybe he's just now realizing that he's been pacing.

Either way, he glances around, finds the closest chair, and then moves over to it. He releases a long sigh before easing himself down, hand gripping the cup just a little too tightly for a split second. It's when he feels the part where his thumb is pressed caving, he releases his hold just enough to stop the entire thing from being crushed. Finally, after all this, he seems to find his voice. ] Thanks.

[ His expression softens a little in both curiosity and appreciation as he glances at the young man. ] You a visitor?

[ If Gladio routinely visits the hospital, he very well may have seen Ryoji around, who doesn't come by often enough to be considered a regular, but stands out with his bright yellow scarf and a tendency to chat with whatever staff is on break. Patients and their families, Ryoji has less of a memory for compared to the health care team, because those are people who aren't meant to stay. So around Gladio, Ryoji's shoulders drop as he smiles away his tension, returning to his seat before speaking. ]

Mm. I'm waiting for my mother— it's just routine lab work.

[ Hence why he isn't very agitated in his waiting, and why it takes so long, being a non-emergency case and triaged to a lower priority. In comparison, Gladio's deathgrip on the poor cup doesn't go unnoticed, though Ryoji does hesitate in asking the question in return. He takes a long draft from his cup, hoping the action would prompt Gladios to mirror him, then chooses a very generic, open question. ]

How are you doing?

[ At mention of the young man being there to wait for his mother, Gladio's expression softens even more; for a moment, he stares at the younger man; drooping shoulders, a smile that doesn't exactly seem relaxed...

Routine lab work -- it can imply any number of things, but like hell this guy's going to ask for specifics. Some people are more sensitive about these things than others. Even in Gladio's case, when he's had years to... "adjust" to everything going on, it's not easy to talk about.

So when that question is asked, he actually hesitates; he's heard it so many times from the staff here, it should be easy enough to answer by now. But, in all reality, it never is easy. In their cases, they know about his mother. So when they ask it, it's really an entirely different sort of question than the one he's being asked by this stranger. And that's... somehow making answering the question that much harder. Because, right now, he doesn't even know the answer. How is he doing? ]

...All right. [ By comparison. He stares down at the cup for a moment, and then takes another sip. His eyes shift back over to the stranger for a split second, and then they shift to the floor as he speaks quietly. For years, the staff have been encouraging him to find someone to talk to about all this... While he doesn't plan to become friends with this guy, he can at least tell the staff he did talk about it, right? ]

I'm here with my mom, too. She's a- [ Brief pause here as he shifts in his seat. ] -patient here.

[ Sometimes it's easier to talk to somebody you don't know, who comes in with no prior assumptions and leaves with no more baggage than before. It's like writing in a diary, which listens without judgement, but can't offer much in return. In that same vein, it makes it hard for Ryoji to know what to say— "I'm sorry to hear that" doesn't cut it; he can't say "I hope she gets better" either because some people won't get better; "How is she doing?" sounds more nosy than concerned, being the stranger than he is.

Well... Before the silence gets too drawn out, he'll at least try to make Gladio comfortable enough to talk at his own pace. ]

She must be happy to have you here.

[ It's a safe, carefully constructed answer, but something Ryoji feels is something he would like to hear himself if someone were to comfort him, unsure as they are of the circumstances. From everything as serious as surgery to something as minor as a vaccination, just knowing somebody is there for you makes you feel better, is what he thinks to himself, humming along the rim of his cup instead of drinking. ]

[ While he well at keeping a straight face, there's a spike in the tension around him, just from hearing those words. Happy to have him... huh? While he tries his hardest to force a smile, it doesn't quite work out. All he manages to do is strain his face. With a quiet exhale that he hopes shows that he isn't upset with this guy -- hell, it's not like he knows a damn thing about what's going on in his life -- he shakes his head. ]

That's a nice thought, but I doubt it. [ ... ] Coma... It's been four years now.

[ He really doesn't want this guy thinking he'd said anything wrong, though. He quickly shifts his gaze back over to the younger man. In spite of his expression holding clear exhaustion, he tries to push some reassurance into it. And before he'll will have a chance to say anything, Gladio adds: ] Not like you could've known. So thanks -- for the thought.

[ Even though Gladio tries his best to appear reassuring or not upset, Ryoji can't help but feel his optimism ebb away at the thanks. Coma for that long isn't quite death, but it's basically right there at the edge, a torment drawn out for years when one doesn't know if or when the person would wake up.

Letting the silence settle in, Ryoji leans back, head thumping lightly against the wall behind where he sits. For a while, he just sits, eyes on one of the paintings adorning the waiting room walls without really seeing it, waiting for the warmth of his cup to equalize with that of his hands so that he can't feel the stark difference as much. ]

Hey... You know that question? "If a tree falls in a forest, but there's no one around to hear it, does it make a sound?" [ When he finally speaks up, it's quiet, contemplative, but a bit out of it, having tried to gather his thoughts to share in a more presentable manner. ] I think so. The tree knows it does. I think... Even if your mother can't see you or hear you, your presence here matters, and she'll be able to feel it.

[ Of all the things he expected as a response-- Seriously, that... isn't what he thought the younger man would say. Not even close. Gladio's chest feels a little tighter for a moment, and he actually has to force his breaths to come in and out at a normal pace. His gaze is planted so firmly on the floor, face tense in his efforts to steel his expression, body not moving beyond those breaths...

Finally, there's a crack; a tense exhale is given as he nods. Just barely before it turns into something less of a nod, more of just a simple movement of the head that expresses acknowledgment, but... also a bit of doubt. There's doubt. He doesn't want to openly express it, however, because there's no way he's ready to explain why. This day has been rough. Exhausting. He's been fighting for so long to remain strong for his mother, for the staff who are always there to take care of her, for his team, for those he fights for on a daily basis... He refuses to let that get to him, no matter how tired or worn down he starts to feel.

Even if he can't manage a smile, he does manage to give a genuine response: ] That's a nice way to look at it. You've got... a good head on your shoulders, kid. Your mother -- she must be proud.

[ Acceptance isn't something Ryoji feels he needs to push, because at least there's acknowledgement of words and what he hopes is the sentiment he means to convey. At the praise, he beams, pleased that his words reflect well on his mother. Then he laughs, shaking his head, relaxed into the normal exchange of conversation for all the tension that continues to build up in Gladio. ]

I think she would be. But she'd also call me philosophical and say the answer's no, because sound is the reception of vibration and interpretation by the brain, dependent on a person being there to hear it.

[ The recitation comes with a slight lilt of his voice in imitation of his mother whom he once posed the question to and received the scientifically correct answer. A researcher who liked numbers and facts, but dabbled in theories of the universe where such things have less a place than with trees and sound waves. ]

She always liked discussing things. So did I. Because communication is the basis for understanding and growth, and no one can really live alone, after all.

[ At that next part, Gladio pauses a moment. There's a glint in his eyes at the way his mother would have responded, and then... there's a chuckle. It's as he listens to those words, he does manage to relax the tiniest bit, even managing to finish the tea off. Maybe some part of it is because that all sounds so familiar, but the biggest part has to do with the shift in their discussion.

With the focus being taken off of their reasons for being here, it almost feels like a normal conversation that would take place somewhere other than a hospital. It's after the other young man finishes speaking, he nods. ]

Well, hey... that question says "no one" and not "nothing." Some forest creatures can hear even better than humans. [ His expression hopefully proves he's just trying to lighten the mood, here. ] She actually sounds like someone my dad would have gotten along with. He was the kind of guy who put a lot of focus on what books said and what could be proven through numbers, waves, and equations.

[ Even though the last word is said with an air of exasperation, there's a small smile of fondness. For just a moment, he's not paying every bit of attention to what's coming out of his mouth. He lets something slip. ] Guess that's why he worked so well with mom. Where he was the book worm, she was the dreamer of the relationship. He kept her grounded, while she kept him seeing things from a different angle.

[ The soft blink holds a bit of surprise, as though he's just realizing he said even that much. With a clearing of his throat, he lowers the empty cup to his lap. While casting a curious glance to Ryoji, his expression softens ever-so-slightly. ] Are you guys from around here?

[ When Gladio talks about his parents, it's with such warmth and fondness compared to before, that Ryoji can't help the soft smile growing on his lips, keeping his own thoughts and urge to respond to himself so he can be a good listener. He thinks Gladio must have gotten along very well with his parents, to notice little things like how they interact and better each other. He sounds proud of them, happy for them. How it should be. ]

I was born here, actually. In this general hospital. [ He nods his head up at the floors above, unsure where exactly the delivery rooms are, but they're somewhere up there. ] I was still pretty young when we moved, and my father died around the same time. He was the dreamer. [ A laugh, low and fond, but after that, his words take on some heaviness he couldn't laugh or smile off, although he tries. ]

My mother and I just got back a couple of months ago, actually. I think she'd like to meet your parents, after being stuck with me as a conversation partner for ten years.

After Founder's Day, Togusa really needs a little time to unwind. He picked up so many shifts, since he doesn't have much keeping him going home these days. But he's hardly melancholy about it, he's here in good spirits.

Togusa's favorite, Baseball, is still in pre-season (Look, even if it's American, it's the best we can get, okay? Okay.), so he's situated himself so he can see one of the TVs showing the Hockey game. It's one of those specific Hockey Rivalries where the teams sometimes spend more time fighting than playing. Not that that can't make for an entertaining watch, though.

Togusa smiles and raises the beer glass in his hand slightly when he spots Gladio. "Amicia. Good to see you when I'm not on the clock, for once."

He's never been one for this particular sport, but damn if he hasn't his fair share of the result of this rivalry. Sometimes, it's worth the watch just for the fighting, but other times? Well, he's actually spending more times watching those glued to the television during those other times. Right now, for instance, is one of the times where he just has this feeling the night won't end with everyone shaking hands and commenting on a "good game."

For now it seems to be just fine -- fine enough that he seems perfectly relaxed as he leans, back against the wall, all the while holding a friendly debate with one of his fellow regulars. They're discussing which brand of beer tastes better, though it's clear they've just about entered a stalemate. When he hears his name within a short break in the usual loud chatter, Gladio momentarily wears a grin, all the while lifting a bottle in Togusa's direction, "Sup."

After patting his debate opponent on the shoulder, he laughs and says he'll concede "this time" since he's clearly got nothing on this guy's taste in alcoholic beverages. Clearly the guy's too wasted to care, though; there's a hearty laughter of a response as Gladio walks over to the brunette, sitting near him, beer rested on one bent knee as he releases a sigh, "You can say that again... Pretty sure I've done a month's worth of work just in this past week, myself."

There's a light, though almost... dry chuckle as he pauses to take a sip of his drink. His eyes shift from the television, back to Togusa, "How've things been?"

Hockey is still somewhat of a novelty for Togusa, it's not popular at all in Japan. So he's kind of keeping one eye on the screen, but he sets his glass down and rubs at the bridge of his nose in response to Gladio's question. "Good other than hectic."

"It's almost harder to go back to the quiet," Togusa shakes his head. "I went home, and it's such a shift after being so busy this weekend, I couldn't stand it. Had to go do something."

A few months ago, there would have been a fiance waiting at home for Togusa, but he's also out trying to forget that was a possibility. The quiet reminds him that somebody else used to be there.

"How did everything go for you? I didn't run into too much trouble, except," Togusa shakes his head. "Birds."

[it's a nondescript night in february, and our two heroes have embarked in an adventure. it's been at least hour and a half of them patrolling through the many streets of viea village, holding up their cameras to use night vision mode on the darker alleys, hoping (but also not) to come face to face with the creature that is--currently--plaguing their scariest nightmares. at least prompto's.]

[the blond snaps a picture, flash and all, of a dumpster. but the image reveals nothing (what the hell did he expect??).]

[sighing, frustrated but not quite given up, he turns to ryoga.]

Hey, should we go to the place where the original picture got taken? We could try to replicate it. See if it was some weird shadow.

We can, but... it's close to where you live, isn't it? You should lead the way.

[ Ryoga didn't have absolutely zero idea how to get back there, it was fine. ]

Maybe it's not even out tonight. Especially with all these weird things going --

[ Suddenly, there was a crash, seemingly from the next street over. A trash can getting knocked over, most likely, accompanied by the tinny sounds of fallen cans. ]

[?!]

What was that--!

[at least it isn't prompto shouting, but a rather rushed and hushed exclamation. he may have (has, definitely) scooted closer to ryoga, either for his own protection or the younger teen's--it's hard to tell]

I think you may have summoned it...

[a nervous glance at ryoga, and prompto nods]

I really don't wanna, but we gotta go after it.

Alright. You have your camera ready, don't you? Let's go around the side as quickly and quietly as we can.

[ He turned the corner, and looked up and down the street. Up ahead, a slightly dented beer can was rolling lazily down out of the alley. It stopped right at the toe of Ryoga's shoe with a muted tink. There were other noises now, something like the tearing of plastic... and the urgent, eager delving of inquisitive hands through the refuse.]

[prompto nods, and goes along with ryoga, all the while muttering i don't like this under his breath.]

[it's when they arrive in front of the general area where they heard the sounds (and continue to hear the sounds), that prompto lifts up his camera in an attempt to focus on whatever is hiding on the shadow of the lamp post.]

Ho, holy shit, okay, okay...

[the flicker sound of flash loading--and white light illuminates the area for a moment, capturing in its image...?]

[ SOMETHING LARGE AND BLURRY, WITH GLOWING EYES AND HAIR STANDING ON END. There was a hissing noise as the flash went off, and suddenly it came at them.

Ryoga exclaimed in surprise and stepped backwards as it rushed towards him -- a huge fat, angry raccoon. ]

Wh-what?

[at least prompto's quick to react, immediately pushing ryoga out of the way as the fat, angry raccoon rushes at them; he flashes his camera again, stunning the raccoon into momentary confusion]

C'mon, this way!

[grabbing ryoga by the arm, prompto starts leading them away into another street.]

[from the distance, angry raccoon sounds]

[he only stops when they're by the light of a convenience store and in obvious safety. prompto looks ryoga over]

You okay?

I... believe so.

[Time to check to see if his arms and legs were all intact. And, in fact, the raccoon had torn his jacket sleeve pretty good. But it didn't look the the skin was broken anywhere.]

I've never seen an animal that irate. I hope it didn't have rabies.

[prompto does the responsible thing and checks on ryoga's arm, a little brusquely, but he's making sure that the torn jacket sleeve does not equate to a scratch. thankfully, it doesn't.]

It needs reporting either way... Raccoons aren't super common, but I guess they still come around.

[adrenaline lessening now... prompto reconsiders their situation]

Do you want to continue investigating? That kinda scare was a little too real, eh?

I'm fine to go on if you are. Really.

[ Of all of the many, many things Ryoga would never do, admit to wanting to give up first was not one of them. HE WAS READY, COACH. SUB HIM IN. ]

Although... perhaps we should report this?

[ So around the time these two idiots had the crap scared out of them, Gladio had been trying to do his own investigation...

If not for the fact that he nearly fell out of his tree, he might have been laughing about the whole thing. But, instead of laughing, he's flinching ever-so-slightly while yanking a large splinter from his finger. Damn it, of all the things...

Anyway, he totally followed after them, carefully avoiding the raccoon they did an A+ job at pissing off. Without bothering to hide his presence, he firmly drops a hand on each of their shoulders, leaning in so his head is level with theirs. ] Don't bother. I was there for the whole thing.

[ Totally staring right at you, Prompto, as he says those last two words. ]

[ Ryoga, already unnerved by having an angry raccoon almost take a chunk out of him while also searching for creepy black shadow people, instantly froze. ]

Auuugh! Who...?

[prompto, for his part, does yelp out pathetically. he's afraid for sure, having not expected a heavy hand on his shoulder. ...and his ~~scream~~ yelp dies out when he turns around and sees that it's--one of those cops. gladiolus...? that's probably his name.]

A-aw, man! Don't do that! You scared Ryoga!

[and totally scared him, too]

...are you also investigating the monster? [LIKE I TOLD YOU]

[ Okay, this was worth every moment of nearly falling out of a tree. Gladio is smirking very obviously as he lowers both hands back to his own sides. ]

Yeah... sure. Only your friend, here, had the crap scared out of him. [ Then, the smirk is gone as soon as he's asked that question. ] The hell...? Do I look like I have time for paranormal crap?

[ ...Yeah, he's just going to fold his arms over his chest and take a moment to think. And to look from Prompto to Ryoga. ] I just came out here because I happened to be passing by the area. And to make sure no idiot kids were wasting time they could be using on studying, to get even more involved.

[ What a jerk. Ryoga brushed at his shoulder; he didn't particularly care for being manhandled by strange dudes, but more importantly: ]

What happened to your hand?

[prompto has the dignity to scoff and look elsewhere when gladiolus casually accuses him (rude?!) of having the crap scared out of him. or assume that he... needs to go study...]

[and he does that by turning to ryoga, side-stepping away from gladiolus so he can face them both]

Probably found what we were looking for and punched it away.

[those Guns; impossible not to see them and to not be jealous]

[ Okay, look. You scream like that, and Gladio is going to point it out. No getting around this little fact, buddy. AND STUDYING IS WAY MORE IMPORTANT THAN THIS. ]

... [ Oh.

Right.

His hand. He'd forgotten all about it, but he is glancing down at it... ...right as it's mentioned that he probably punched away some legendary monster. ] Gotta say, I kinda wish it was something that awesome.

[ Not only is he smirking, but he's trying very hard not to laugh here. ] Afraid the truth about my hand is way less exciting, since it just involves me bein' in a tree.

[there are so many questions that he has, and many of those questions involve gladiolus and a tree.]

[consider this a very dramatically pronounced, head-shaking in disbelief question:]

Why? Why were you in a tree?

[you crush his imagining, this is what you get]

Spying on us, I suppose.

[ For what other reason would a suspicious guy be in a tree that's right there was no other reason. ]

[side eyes gladiolus...]

That's the creepiest thing I've heard.

[how the turn tables]

[ What...

... :| ]

The hell makes you think that? I'm a cop, not a creep. I had my reasons.

[ ...Sigh. ] Fine. I figured I could put some idiots' minds to rest by doing my own investigation.

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A solo paranormal investigation, eh...

[ Well, that did take guts. Ryoga looked at Prompto. ]

Are you two friends?

[sure got gladiolus to admit it--prompto grins big, pleased that his plan worked, arms crossing and his pose showing victory all over.]

Nah, I know him from the police station. Anyway, did you find anything?

[ Don't make Gladio find a way to get back at you, Prompto. ]

Yeah. [ To them knowing each other from the police station. Gladio properly focuses his gaze on Ryoga and nods as his means of an official greeting... of sorts. ] Officer Amicia... though most people just call me Gladio. It's easier to remember.

[ And as for that other question, he's casting a glance at Prompto, faintest of smirks forming as he says in an overly casual tone. ]

Sure did. I found two idiots gettin' chased by some of the wildlife around here. [ Caaaaaaaasually just glancing at his phone now. ] Wonder how many comments I'd get from posting a video of somethin' like that...

[ Did he really catch that on video? Is he just messing with them? The world may never know. ]

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...You're an officer of the law?

[ If it sounded like Ryoga was a little iffy on the likeliness of this particular idea, it was only because he was. Gladio didn't seem very... officerly. Watching teenagers getting chased down by aggressive animals, then posting a recording? ]

Wouldn't that get you an official reprimand?

If he's a bad cop, he could bend the rules.

[prompto is quick to offer, because... well, it's fun to finally be able to tease gladio, even if prompto knows he could get his ass handed to him]

[casually side steps behind ryoga]

Besides! I didn't think you cared about online popularity?

[ He only has time to unleash a snort, open his mouth, and then just stare after hearing Prompto's... two cents. ] Wh-... hey!

[ No, he's not actually upset -- the very belated swat towards where Prompto was once standing will possibly make that clear. But, there is a certain... look(? feeling? something in-between) in his eyes. Something's there that might just reveal that that's the last thing he could ever want to be.

Looks like Prompto found one of those sore spots -- congrats. For once, he's the one ruffling Gladio's feathers. The older man folds his arms over his chest, just slightly gesturing with one hand as he responds. ] It's called a joke. Anyway, soon as I saw it was you guys, I deleted the video. Don't got the space on my phone for crap like that.

[ ~~Too many pictures and videos of his dog~~ but, anyway... ] Besides, you're right: the last thing I care about -- or have time for -- is online popularity.

Just messin' with ya, big guy.

[prompto grins, shuffling on his feet and managing a playful punch to one of gladio's biceps. damn, son]

It's probably a good thing you don't care about it, 'cause you and an Instagram account would rack up so many followers! [basically, you're the type of attractive both guys and girls want on their feed; one for aesthetic, the other for-- you know. anyway] Kudos to you on your resolve!

[prompto is not a single bit worried that gladio would do anything to in any way put them in danger or trouble]

But say, were you following the tip I gave you? Ah~ I feel a bit safer knowing the cops are onto this... Right, Ryoga?

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footsteps will fade away, like memories

hospital

eee Ryoji!

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Bar fight? Bar fight.

BAR FIGHT YESSSS

Damnit I knew I dropped something

?! monster hunting ft. ryoga

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sorry for skipping the order but when will this opportunity ever come again

I SHOULD HAVE REFRESHED

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tagging order??? whats that

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