April Catch-All

[leatherdaddy]

who: Gladio and a lot of scrawny dudes YOU
what: Two missions, and a whole lot of bad decisions social interactions
when: April catch-all means... all of April!
where: Various
warnings: Warnings will be in subject lines!




Mission: Brownout (closed to Reaper, Sans, McCree, Gladio)

Mission: How to Train Your... (closed to Gladio, Sans, Gooeygetsu, Eichi, Sasuke, McCree)

I Never (closed to mission-goers; tag in with your I, Never and threadjack away!)
 
Training Sessions (OTA who wants to play out survival, weapons training, etc)

Comments

[finethanks]

[Gladio might feel Eichi tense just a tiny bit while leaning against him as their hands squeeze over the vial. It's a reflexive fear that he'll have his hand cut by the glass. Instead, there's a beautiful light, and that queasy feeling of his vanishes, at least, along with the majority of the pain in his chest.

It helps him relax, in other words, even if his body is still exhausted. A temporary relief. He still smiles, letting his eyes drift closed again with a quiet exhale.]

How does it do that, I wonder? [It just vanishes, he means, but he's too exhausted to express this otherwise. He's going to fall asleep right here unless Gladio hurries up and lies him back down.] Thank you.

TUCKS HIM IN LMAO this is some supremely heterosexual shit right here

[leatherdaddy]

[ It's part of the reason Gladiolus just... tightens his grip. The first time he'd been taught - at a much younger age, in fact - he'd just pried the thing open and down the hatch it went, quickly learning why it is people opt for this method.

Hint: The texture is weird and it's not as tasty as it is pretty. ]

Mmhm. [ Gladio releases his hand and looks down at him, then takes him by the shoulders and gently lays him down on the sleeping bag, starts pulling the fabric around him. This is good. Some color already seems to be back in his cheeks. ] No problem.

ONLY THE HETS HERE

[finethanks]

[He'll need about five of those in the morning.

But right now, his back meets the sleeping bag and it might as well be a bed right now. He relaxes into it, not even seeming to notice or mind how he's essentially being tucked in, here. He's used to this treatment...

His eyes finally open again just to pass Gladio a look, grateful and very tired.] Good night.

[He's going, see? And his eyes close right after, leaving him to drift off in just a matter of moments. Hopefully everyone outside quiets down enough that they all start sleeping soon, too.]