I asked around. I, er... I wanted to do something for it and I wasn't sure if I'd missed it while everything was fucked up, but I didn't see anything written in the journals so I figured I still had time. It was just a matter of finding out when, you know?
[ and it wasn't as if he could just go ask - except he really actually could've - lest Law think he was planning something big and over the top. maybe if Gladio could've gotten him back on Eos, sure, but here? he had to improvise a little, and... sometimes huge parties aren't all that. he always preferred smaller, more intimate ones with the people he cared about versus the Big Fancy Ones that came with nobility, and given Law's own upbringing he figured that he might be the same.
when Law makes for the bag of chips, Gladio reaches across to catch his chin for a split second. just long enough to swipe away a couple crumbs and the tiniest spattering of frosting left behind, but he still does it. ]
I dunno if it's strictly a chick thing, though. My dad had a sweet tooth and so does my, uh... guess you'd call him my godfather? He's got one too even if he won't admit it.
[ if his hand lingers a little longer than it ought to have, Gladio doesn't draw any attention to it. he withdraws and instead reaches for Law's empty glass next to pull it over to his side of the table along with his own, and slides them next to the bottle. the best for last, as always. no point in drinking on an empty stomach, right? even if it's junk food. ]
Maybe I should've asked for the ones they sold during solstice if it's that sweet, huh? Those ones were always more mild.
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Date: 2022-12-11 12:07 am (UTC)[ and it wasn't as if he could just go ask - except he really actually could've - lest Law think he was planning something big and over the top. maybe if Gladio could've gotten him back on Eos, sure, but here? he had to improvise a little, and... sometimes huge parties aren't all that. he always preferred smaller, more intimate ones with the people he cared about versus the Big Fancy Ones that came with nobility, and given Law's own upbringing he figured that he might be the same.
when Law makes for the bag of chips, Gladio reaches across to catch his chin for a split second. just long enough to swipe away a couple crumbs and the tiniest spattering of frosting left behind, but he still does it. ]
I dunno if it's strictly a chick thing, though. My dad had a sweet tooth and so does my, uh... guess you'd call him my godfather? He's got one too even if he won't admit it.
[ if his hand lingers a little longer than it ought to have, Gladio doesn't draw any attention to it. he withdraws and instead reaches for Law's empty glass next to pull it over to his side of the table along with his own, and slides them next to the bottle. the best for last, as always. no point in drinking on an empty stomach, right? even if it's junk food. ]
Maybe I should've asked for the ones they sold during solstice if it's that sweet, huh? Those ones were always more mild.