[Even with the sun starting to climb in the sky and Noctis awake, Gladiolus doesn't wake up. They were safe in the Prince's apartment, with no known threats currently abound and no reason to be on high alert, so the Shield sleeps.
It has nothing to do with that two or three extra beers he had last night, oh no.
Noctis' stirring does get one thing out of him however. With rhe orher curled close then moving away Gladio seeks out him. He turns his head and finds Noctis' shoulder, warm breath against his skin. In fact Gladio is nearly all warm skin at the moment, only clad ib his boxers that cling to mid thigh. Everything that doesn't seem to be made for him tends to fit a little small, but on days like this where he is giving Noctis slack, it doesn't usually bother him.
And well, it gives the other a lot nice to look at as well.]
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It has nothing to do with that two or three extra beers he had last night, oh no.
Noctis' stirring does get one thing out of him however. With rhe orher curled close then moving away Gladio seeks out him. He turns his head and finds Noctis' shoulder, warm breath against his skin. In fact Gladio is nearly all warm skin at the moment, only clad ib his boxers that cling to mid thigh. Everything that doesn't seem to be made for him tends to fit a little small, but on days like this where he is giving Noctis slack, it doesn't usually bother him.
And well, it gives the other a lot nice to look at as well.]