[Suuuure it was. Gladio lets out a pleased little rumble and gives Noctis a few moments of a head start, reaching for a towel when they hit the-well, even if its a nice one it is still a locker room- and tossing on his sweatpants ones he's suitably dry.]
Sure thing, but I'm driving.
[He grins, and fishes the keys out of his pockets as they slip out one of the side exits. Hopfully the ride home is uneventful.]
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Sure thing, but I'm driving.
[He grins, and fishes the keys out of his pockets as they slip out one of the side exits. Hopfully the ride home is uneventful.]