MHA #18; Wednesday Afternoon [11/09].

[sword_chocobro]

Having so much spare time on his hands was still something Gladio was getting used to, and there were times when it felt downright surreal, really. But he'd be lying if he said it wasn't kind of nice, every once in a while, to have a quiet afternoon where he could just sit and read and not have to worry about anything else. He'd even picked up a few new books and was finally getting the chance to dive into one that was vaguely topical to a conversation he'd had recently. Ignis was out getting stuff for dinner later, Goose was probably off in Ignis' room doing whatever goose things he did when Ignis went on a particularly independent streak, he had some tea, the apartment had come with a good sturdy armchair...

....and it was nice. He could almost get used it. He didn't particularly want to, all things considered, but it was a moment that made him think that, if he was going to be stuck somewhere, at least it was somewhere that afforded him certain creature comforts he'd been mostly denied for the past ten years.

Even if surreal really only seemed the tip of the iceberg there...

[[ some goose-related shenanigans are expected, but the post is very open! ]]

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[notagoose]

“Oh yes, I’d forget about that, I suppose I’ll leave the wine until I know what dish I’m making ,” Goose considered.

He then grinned at the next part, “then I’m …looking forward to seeing you handle dessert,” he went a little red.