[ Gladio follows the path of sand wherever it can take him, his strides long and slow, not the pace he's used to but it's what he'll have to work with in this new environment. He's mostly investigating, keeping track of details and locations, mindful to keep a wide enough berth between himself and others walking about. As he continues to wander, he eventually makes it upon house five where he's apparently been set up to shack in, except as he wanders through the house he starts to realize it's sort of lacking in a lot of free space.
Halfway through his searching he decides that this jumpsuit is definitely being more of a hassle than it's meant to be. Unzipping the front, Gladio shrugs out of the upper half and ties the sleeves around his waist. It's a startling sight if you're not prepared for it, some six foot six man packed with muscle and nothing but black tattoo inked all over the expanse of his back, down his arms and over his chest in the shape of an eagle. ]
( LIP-LOCKED )
[ He's got no clue what the festivities are for, seeing as Valentine's Day isn't exactly a thing in Eos. However if there's anything Gladio does know, it's that it's rude to decline hospitality, and if there's something worth celebrating to take your mind off of the depressing atmosphere in this place then he really can't blame these natives for getting a little in over their heads. The drink they've been passing around doesn't look like anything he's familiar with, but it's strong, and it seems to do the trick in getting people to relax.
Or from what he's seen so far, there's a lot more than just "relaxing" going on.
Just a little bit, he tells himself. Just enough for a light buzz. His tolerance is pretty damn good. And if it hits him too hard then... hey, if he can find a distraction in another person then that's perfectly fine by him.
Gladio's actions appear completely natural even in the haze of the strange liquid. His presence slides closer to people of interest, mostly women, and while he knows words are a forbidden gesture in this world it doesn't leave him without methods of flirtation. There may be a hand that settles upon a shoulder, a warm palm against their back, a coy smile as he wraps an arm around their waist and just tucks them tight against his side. ]
( ooc | characters 18+ for smut only, anyone younger than that will get the strong paternal instincts effect. open to both men and women. if you want to hash out how things go then hit me up through one of my contact methods! )
Gladiolus Amicitia | Final Fantasy XV | OTA
[ Gladio follows the path of sand wherever it can take him, his strides long and slow, not the pace he's used to but it's what he'll have to work with in this new environment. He's mostly investigating, keeping track of details and locations, mindful to keep a wide enough berth between himself and others walking about. As he continues to wander, he eventually makes it upon house five where he's apparently been set up to shack in, except as he wanders through the house he starts to realize it's sort of lacking in a lot of free space.
Halfway through his searching he decides that this jumpsuit is definitely being more of a hassle than it's meant to be. Unzipping the front, Gladio shrugs out of the upper half and ties the sleeves around his waist. It's a startling sight if you're not prepared for it, some six foot six man packed with muscle and nothing but black tattoo inked all over the expanse of his back, down his arms and over his chest in the shape of an eagle. ]
( LIP-LOCKED )
[ He's got no clue what the festivities are for, seeing as Valentine's Day isn't exactly a thing in Eos. However if there's anything Gladio does know, it's that it's rude to decline hospitality, and if there's something worth celebrating to take your mind off of the depressing atmosphere in this place then he really can't blame these natives for getting a little in over their heads. The drink they've been passing around doesn't look like anything he's familiar with, but it's strong, and it seems to do the trick in getting people to relax.
Or from what he's seen so far, there's a lot more than just "relaxing" going on.
Just a little bit, he tells himself. Just enough for a light buzz. His tolerance is pretty damn good. And if it hits him too hard then... hey, if he can find a distraction in another person then that's perfectly fine by him.
Gladio's actions appear completely natural even in the haze of the strange liquid. His presence slides closer to people of interest, mostly women, and while he knows words are a forbidden gesture in this world it doesn't leave him without methods of flirtation. There may be a hand that settles upon a shoulder, a warm palm against their back, a coy smile as he wraps an arm around their waist and just tucks them tight against his side. ]
( ooc | characters 18+ for smut only, anyone younger than that will get the strong paternal instincts effect. open to both men and women. if you want to hash out how things go then hit me up through one of my contact methods! )
( WILDCARD )
[ Choose your own adventure and such. ]