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sword_chocobro) wrote2023-11-18 07:23 am
sword_chocobro) wrote2023-11-18 07:23 am
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43 Unicorn Street; Saturday Morning [11/18].
Not that there was really any reason to need an excuse to stay over at Nell's these days, but last night actually had been a very practical sleepover, since Gladio had made some plans for a nice little belated birthday weekend get-away with Nell, and it was just that much more convenient for catching their portal in the morning, because, of course, he wanted to get some good hiking in at their destination before they got around to the nice rest and relaxation in the little cabin in the mountains he'd booked.
Clearly, however, that morning, things were....not exactly going to plan.
Because....well, you know how this one went. When Gladio did finally wake up, yawning and stretching and frowning a little over the fact that he'd slept in, which meant that he'd probably missed his chance to sneak in on the Crownsguard training that morning, he was also a little confused by another person in the bed with him. He groaned a little, rolling his eyes, thinking it was Iris having snuck in because she was scared or just being kind of a brat, but it was pretty obvious this wasn't his sister pretty quickly. Some friend of hers, maybe? Someone brought in to help take care of her, like the King had that Scientia boy take care of the Prince?
Well, whatever it was, it wasn't his problem. His problem right now was that the Crownsguard was probably half into all the good forms by now, and if he didn't hurry up, he'd miss all of the good training, and then the Marshall would give him a lecture about tardiness, or, even worse, he'd get it from his dad! So he wasn't going to pay any mind to the little girl as he pulled back the covers, rolled out of bed, and tried to get his bearings a moment, trying to find some shoes and wondering if he'd have time to coax a quick breakfast out of the cook before he rushed off to the Citadel.
[[ for she whose place this actually is! ]]
Clearly, however, that morning, things were....not exactly going to plan.
Because....well, you know how this one went. When Gladio did finally wake up, yawning and stretching and frowning a little over the fact that he'd slept in, which meant that he'd probably missed his chance to sneak in on the Crownsguard training that morning, he was also a little confused by another person in the bed with him. He groaned a little, rolling his eyes, thinking it was Iris having snuck in because she was scared or just being kind of a brat, but it was pretty obvious this wasn't his sister pretty quickly. Some friend of hers, maybe? Someone brought in to help take care of her, like the King had that Scientia boy take care of the Prince?
Well, whatever it was, it wasn't his problem. His problem right now was that the Crownsguard was probably half into all the good forms by now, and if he didn't hurry up, he'd miss all of the good training, and then the Marshall would give him a lecture about tardiness, or, even worse, he'd get it from his dad! So he wasn't going to pay any mind to the little girl as he pulled back the covers, rolled out of bed, and tried to get his bearings a moment, trying to find some shoes and wondering if he'd have time to coax a quick breakfast out of the cook before he rushed off to the Citadel.
[[ for she whose place this actually is! ]]