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WHO: Gladiolus Amicitia, You
WHERE: Village of Noth, Agrii Ship
WHAT: Winter Shenanigans, Being a Child, Agrii Ship Bridge
WHEN: January 9th - 25thish
WARNINGS: None?

I. Snowy Shenanigans | Village of Noth | Jan 9th - 10th

Snow. Strange how something so annoying back in Temba was something Gladio was so excited about here. Maybe it was a factor of the warm clothing he'd picked up from the cabin he and Noctis were sharing. Nothing like a warm coat, thick gloves, and a soft scarf to make being out in the cold that much more viable. And then there was this.

Gladio laughs as he ducks behind a large wall made of shaped snow blocks, trying to avoid getting pelted by young Agrii nearby behind their own cover. Kids had a damn advantage didn't they? Extra arms AND a team to help them? But nothing was going to stop the Shield from trying to win.

"Hey," he calls out as he sees someone walking nearby. "Hey, help a guy out over here. Think you want into an epic war?"

Because Gladio? He wanted to win. Even if it meant tapping extra help. He knew when backup was needed, he could admit that he was inadequate alone in this moment.

II. No Place Like Home | Village of Noth | Jan 11th - 17th

There was always going to be a point where this happened. Chocolate is a fucking delight and without someone to expressly say 'these holiday chocolates are okay and these ones are fucking weird', this was a foregone conclusion. So all of the confident, intelligent, happily engaged and tired warrior was... well, he was faced with something else. Became something else.

Nothing like a young man in a baggy sweatshirt, an extra large coat, and a broken table leg in his hands slipping out of some fake-gingerbread ass house. And being faced with snow. And aliens. And definitely not Insomnia.

"Glacian's tits," he gasps as he looks out over it. Seems like the right Astral to call out too, given this place is frozen as hell. "I'm not in Insomnia anymore."

Which was obvious because of the cabin of course. But it was the snow. They didn't get much snow in Insomnia because of the wall. So what was going on here?

"Dad's going to kill me."

An Amcitia didn't get kidnapped!

III. Bridge Boy | Agrii Ship | Late January

The bridge of the Agrii ship was, in Gladio's opinion, less good than that of the Glitter Party. Listen, hear him out. This one was bigger, but it just felt more comfortable on his own ship. Maybe it was the new ship smell. Maybe it was that Keith had helped him learn while they were on the trip to this planet how to fly better than he had before. Maybe it was just that there wasn't so many tall pink and purple people watching him on his own ship.

But still, Gladio was here now, and that meant investigations to see what was different. After all, if they could figure out the secrets of the Agrii portal stuff, maybe they should get people back home, right? And wouldn't the bridge have those secrets if the portals were for transit?

Which was why Gladio was at a display now, tapping his way through the terminal commands with a deftness that came, he knew, from his datapoint. He'd been at this for almost an hour now, and at last he finally made a displeased sort of noise.

"What in the Astrals' names is this?"

Something was wrong.

IV. Ship Bingo | Agrii Ship | Late January

Of course the bridge wasn't the only place Gladio found himself over the course of the month. There were plenty of other places he ended up. There was time at the Mess Hall where he'd sit down trying burger-adjacent foods, sometimes with his fiance, often with Agrii sitting nearby and watching him. Or when he wasn't eating he could be found trying to poke around in the cargo hold as if hoping he might find useful materials to get back onto their shuttles to take 'home'. And, of course, there was always the Green Space. The man is easy to find there, ignoring his Agrii admirers, stretched out on a bench with a book in his hands. A book written in his native language. A beat up old book that he is reading from the back to the front, and he seems so comfortable with. A touch of home. What more could a guy need?

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"Once we have enough I would think we both were. But you are more accurate with thrown things."

Gladio was not the best with their elemental flasks by any measure.

Noct just smiled a little shyly, even if the praise was deserved. After all, the only person who could beat him at darts was Prompto. And that still irked him.

"You got it, we'll be handing people's asses to them."

So he started to get some ammunition going because with Gladio by his side, he could deal with anything.

Yeah, well Prompto had some amazing hand-eye coordination.

"Do they even have asses?" Gladio asks as he finishes making yet another snowball. "I could keep you supplied if you want."

"They do now." Noctis replied with a smile. Trust Gladio to actually ponder if who they were fighting had actual rear ends.

But then he looked at the Shield who had his hands in the snow. "That's fine, I can help if you need it too."

Because helping each other was the name of this game.

"We both know you've got a better arm by every measure," Gladio says, "I'm better used keeping you armed. Hey, can you warp using snowballs?"

Wouldn't that be amusing. One thrown to get himself an angle, then others thrown to hit the opponent.

Noctis smiled. Gladio's words were heartwarming and reassuring at the same time. But he nodded at the shield's question. "Shouldn't be a problem, but we'll find out."

Damn his face was going to start hurting from smiling so damn much.

"Alright then. Time to strike," Gladio says with a grin as he finishes making a fifth snowball. "You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Noct replied with a grin on his face.

Picking up a few snowballs, he cradled them to his chest and smiled at Gladio.

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