i wanna change the future (semi-open)

[leatherdaddy]

who: Gladiolus and you!
what: Various outings, gun safety/training, etc. Please ignore the dust.
when: Throughout May and June
where: Various locations
warnings: Warnings will be in subject lines if needed!



Nightlife:
Servants Night Out

Training:
Gun/Archery Range Training Prompt

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Nightlife: I look to you (closed to Ignis)

[leatherdaddy]

[ Gladio turns around in place and faces the shower head, letting the spray of hot water wash away the soreness in his limbs and soap suds from his body. By the time he turns off the faucet and throws a terrycloth robe around his body, he's already yelling past the door as he goes about his routine of getting ready to go out. ]

Ignis... shower's free if you still need it.

[ All he needs to do is towel off his hair and run his fingers through it, coated in gel to keep that rough and wavy texture through his wild mane. Ignis? Needs a hell of a lot more work. Gladio just needs to slap on some dry clothes and he's good.

He emerges from the bathroom, still hot from the shower but makes a casual haste to his room to finish dressing. ]

Hey, invitation stands if you're not doin' anything tonight. [ Shaking excess water from his hair, he adds before disappearing through the half cracked door to his room. ]

[cookingmama]

[Ignis is sat before various different documents Riverview has to offer, varying from instructions for arrival, to his projected wages from the Perimeter Guard. He hasn't left his spot from when Gladio began his shower— likely already thinking of bills, groceries, how he's going to do his taxes— but he has removed his spectacles and let his head hang back in some sort of break. It's something, considering his nature.]

I suppose I'm not going to manage anything productive, but would it not make more sense to shower after you've returned for the evening? [Ignis, who does not make himself all sweaty and gross before the evening is out, casts a cursory glance as Gladio moves between rooms. He heaves a sigh, leaning forward and rubbing his eyes.

He objected before, but just looking at what he's laid himself out for the night is exhausting. He purses his lips, staring at a phamplet of the sights the city had to offer. It didn't take long for temptation to win over his resolve.] I'll bite, Gladio. How am I to dress for what you have planned?

[leatherdaddy]

[ Must be hard being Iggy, who's always working for as long as he's known him - each of them have their own means of staying vigilant. But just glancing at him as he passes by tells him he's in need of a break, rarely has he seen the chamberlain remove his spectacles for any other reason than to clean them or sleep. ]

I've been ridin' people's asses all day getting them fighting fit, that shower felt great.

[ Gladio shouts through a crack in his door as he throws off the robe that looks ridiculously small on him and pulls on his clothes, fastening his belt as he emerges again. He doesn't have a top on yet, but he does have a few options. Tanks, tanks, more tanks. A few leather jackets.

Gladio cants his head to the side as he inspects him, rubbing his beard. ]

What you've got on is fine, might get a little hot inside. [ Does Ignis even own anything that shows a little skin?! ] Got anything lighter?

[cookingmama]

[Ignis pauses, considering himself before he leans out of his chair to strip off his leather jacket to hang over the chair. There it is, the rewashed animal print sure they all know and must love. His wardrobe hasn't changed at all.

But he seems just fine with that. He rises to his feet, rolling up the sleeves to his elbows and picking up his glasses to observe Gladio.] Nnn... Not as light as you at the moment, but I think I'm just fine with that. I trust you aren't actually going out like that, you might blind someone.

[leatherdaddy]

Yeah, probably right. [ Gladio should probably play innocent here, but it's hard to pass up on a moment to peacock. At first he relents, but following hot on it's heels is an exaggeration that's kind of typical for him. He tugs a leather jacket on, pushing one arm through each of the sleeves and then yanking on the lapels to adjust the fit. This'll do just fine. ]

Mere mortals like you might suffer if you've had to behold this golden god. [ Grins. ] Be grateful that I'm so generous.

[ Pats Ignis' shoulder as he passes. ]

You ready? I know a guy who DJs at this place called Elements - figure we can check it out.

[cookingmama]

You want to go to a club. [A statement of the obvious, but featuring Ignis' raised brows as Gladio passes him by. He didn't really think himself the type to receive an invitation, seeing as his nighttime activities were sewing shirts and, if he wanted to spice things up, playing King's Knight. It's... baffling, for certain.]

Then I suppose I'll be as ready as I can ever be, being escorted by a golden god. [He runs a hand through his hair, ensuring it stays in place before he moved to follow behind Gladio.] The only gold you are is from being a trophy wife.

oops sorry I thought I hit this up last night MY B

[leatherdaddy]

Yeah, I feel like blowing off some steam. [ Gladio for one has felt a bit too cooped up lately, despite spending most of his time outdoors, he kind of misses camping as much as they have in the past. Now he's got all this nervous energy, and found a fun way to expend it. ] Who knows, you might even like it.

[ Gladio yanks open the door and - reacting purely out of habit - puts a hand out onto the small of Ignis' back as if to guide him rather unnecessarily towards the door. Despite the lack of dark shades, a cane or unsightly scars to remind him otherwise, some part of him still operates on autopilot, coming so naturally that he doesn't notice he's slipped up. ]

Uh, normally I'd agree with you because I am a catch, but if anyone's the wife, that's you - watch your step, think the threshold is comin' loose.