Somethin' I got a couple years ago from some crazy guys where I worked. And my old man. Sorta.
[ no matter how many times he's had the same alcohol it never fails to make him grimace. it's strong and makes his mouth numb just like the hardest stuff that his father had in his liquor cabinet for special occasions, but it lacks the spice that marked it for what it was; centuries-old Lucian booze that likely cost a small fortune in Gladio's day and age. he'd only had it twice himself throughout his lifetime, too. once when he'd officially became Noct's shield, and once before when he was in Law's own position.
sure, the kid never really advertised or spoke about it but that's just the thing - Gladio listens, and he listens to people talk. a couple questions here and there, even to the kid's own father, and... well, look.
Gladio raises a brow and after a moment or three he hefts the bag up onto his lap, moves his empty glass out of the way, and pulls out a dark, plain-looking bottle with an intricate label on it to take its place on the table. then he tips the rest of the bag over and out comes a variety of nothing but pure junkfood and cans from vending machines and gas stations. ]
You gave me a taste of what you got where you come from on mine. It's only right I try and give you a taste of what came from mine on yours.
[ he knows. ]
I'd take you to the greasiest joint Insomnia has to offer if I could, but... I'm hoping this'll make up for it. Just go easy on the orange bag - it's genuine Galahdian shit, so it might be on the hotter side.
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Date: 2022-12-10 02:11 am (UTC)[ no matter how many times he's had the same alcohol it never fails to make him grimace. it's strong and makes his mouth numb just like the hardest stuff that his father had in his liquor cabinet for special occasions, but it lacks the spice that marked it for what it was; centuries-old Lucian booze that likely cost a small fortune in Gladio's day and age. he'd only had it twice himself throughout his lifetime, too. once when he'd officially became Noct's shield, and once before when he was in Law's own position.
sure, the kid never really advertised or spoke about it but that's just the thing - Gladio listens, and he listens to people talk. a couple questions here and there, even to the kid's own father, and... well, look.
Gladio raises a brow and after a moment or three he hefts the bag up onto his lap, moves his empty glass out of the way, and pulls out a dark, plain-looking bottle with an intricate label on it to take its place on the table. then he tips the rest of the bag over and out comes a variety of nothing but pure junkfood and cans from vending machines and gas stations. ]
You gave me a taste of what you got where you come from on mine. It's only right I try and give you a taste of what came from mine on yours.
[ he knows. ]
I'd take you to the greasiest joint Insomnia has to offer if I could, but... I'm hoping this'll make up for it. Just go easy on the orange bag - it's genuine Galahdian shit, so it might be on the hotter side.