Gladiolus Amicitia

Well, if he was out and about substituting for Prompto's class, Gladio figured he might as well take care of a few errands, picking up a few things on his way back to the apartment for dinner, swinging by the Perk to pick up a few coffees, and then heading in with a jaunty call of "Iggy! I'm ho~ome!" and a chuckle as he walked in. He set the grocery bags and the tray of coffees and the mail he'd picked up from their mailbox (junk mail, mostly, who would be sending them letters or whatever anyway?) and then idly added, "I picked up coffee. And they didn't have that thing you wanted from Turtle & Canary, so I picked up--"

And while Gladio's arrival had certainly gotten Ignis' attention, it was the sudden and abrupt cut-off of his words that pulled Ignis from his bedroom with a frown. "Gladio?" he asked, certainly hoping that he wasn't starting to hear things, because that would be....well, quite frankly, a nightmare of logistics for him, so he carefully made his way toward the door and the table with his frown deepening, as he couldn't sense Gladio's presence, either.

"Gladio, are you here?" he asked, reaching the table, and...well, there were the grocery bags, the tell-tale shape of a to-go cup from the coffee shop, and yet, there was no--

Ignis felt his foot kick against something, something that then subsequently tilted over, fell to the floor, just hard enough to fill the next moment with the sound of a tell-tale crack of pottery.

Ignis grunted, heaving a heavy sigh, although, really, it always started with Prompto, didn't it? He should hardly be surprised, but that wasn't going to stop him from letting out a disparaging little "Not again" as he went to go find a broom and a nice, roomy spare vase...

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