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Something, Something... Little Yorkmaid

WHO: Reeve, Richie, York / OTA
WHERE: ~~Atlantis~~ Underwater Temba
WHAT: Various Posts
WHEN: Mermay
WARNINGS: York

[Integer = 3] - for Reeve & Richie

The nice thing about having tentacles is that he can grab onto things with more than just his hands. It's great, finding different ways to hang around the hotel, both literally and figuratively. York's found a fun spot to hang out from by way of the curtain rod in the hotel room he shares with Richie, catching little worms and other tiny creatures to feast on.

"I'm just keeping the room fucking clean," he'll point out as he slurps it down before jet propelling himself across the room, aiming for the door. "I'm gonna go see if I can poke some lobsters off of the hotel or something."

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With the tentacles as a bobtail squid, getting around was interesting. Water was interesting with his circuits, but it kept him cool and York likes that. He's left his hoodie and shirt back in the room he shares with Richie, leaving his body on full display. The LED on his chest is bordered by lines of specks that almost seem to glow as light catches them. His pale skin looks scarred at his abdomen, like when someone rips fabric apart, and it's simply white.

York doesn't remember what happened.

He's out in the square, exploring around while he can. Mostly trying to keep away from Reeve and his damn nesting habits and also to see if there's anything worthwhile to find on the ground. Everyone else was so worried about swimming that they didn't check out anything down here. He has to dodge a snippy lobster before finding a stick to smack it away with a shout. The audacity of that bullshit, he'd kill those fuckers!

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Look, it's a good hit. A really good hit for someone that's never really done sports. He watches the lobster sail through the water before landing not on the ground but in someone's hand. He barks out his own laugh before swimming over.

"Just because you catch it doesn't mean it's yours," he scoffs, crossing his arms over his LED. "I'm not big on eating a lot so I'm not going to be a critic of food." He leans to the side to look at the lobster pots before straightening back up.

"Eating contest where you're the only contestant?"

Actually, he does think that him catching it makes it his. Possession, nine-tenths, all that stuff.

"Making dinner for my fiance actually. Or asking someone to. Paying in lobster."

Faster than one would expect of his size, York closes the distance between himself and Gladio. "Well I think that one is mine, but there's more around for you to find yourself."

He eyes the guy for a moment, then the lobster in hand. "Making the bargain that since you did the hard work in gathering them up, someone could make it into a dinner? That's a lot of lobster for just two people." Or perhaps it only seemed that way to someone that didn't eat nearly as much as other mer.

Well, if he's got that much of an argument to have over the status of a lobster, Gladio will of course hand it over. So he does. Careful with the claws.

"Three people at least. One for me, with a large appetite, one for Noctis, and then one for the person cooking for us."

York snatches it, holding it tight by the tail but keeping it away from all parts of his body. "Yeah, you seem like you gotta eat a lot with how big you are," which he isn't meaning like an insult, even if it accidentally comes across as one.

"That is a lot of people to feed. If you're that bad at hunting though, I might be able to let you have mine if you can convince me well enough." He flails the lobster just a little as if to solidify that point.

Gladio chuckles. Yeah, he's not even remotely offended by the comment from York. He is a big guy, and he does need plenty of food to keep up his muscle mass.

"I'm good at hunting," he says, because he's definitely more offended by that. "A good bit of the meat served around here comes from me."

It feels like it's an accurate statement, but... What meat is there other than fish? Weird.

"But I could get yours cooked too if you want. For you."

"Good at hunting, or just egotistical?" York's experience with beefy guys was that they were compensating for something. The lobster in hand flails, but isn't able to get a hold on York - thankfully. "Meh. Crustaceans are pretty easy to catch, fish are the harder ones. I guess I should give you credit where it's due."

So sassy.

He holds it out in offering, then pulls it back with a skeptical look. "What's the catch?"

"Both," Gladio laughs. Yeah, egotistical. He can be like that sometimes.

"Fish isn't my job. That's Noct's. But you're just being mean to be mean now. It's cute, but it's not needed. You aren't going to scare me away like that, man."

Catch? What catch? He rolls his eyes.

"Let me have this lobster and I'll get it cooked for you. That's the catch."

"I am not," York shoots back defensively because he is and doesn't like Gladio calling him out on it. There's a huff of bubbles around him, and he bobs up and down for a moment. "Sorry."

"Cook me two and I'll take them back to my dads. I am not going to eat all of that by myself anyways." He looks around, eyes hunting for a second one so Gladio wouldn't have to worry about giving up one of his catches.

Yeah, that fast, defensive response? It tells the truth. But at least the guy apologizes right after.

"Your dads?"

He'd have to give up one of his own extra lobsters for that. Wanted to make sure he didn't mind said fathers.

Shut up. No it doesn't. York has no idea what you're talking about.

He meets Gladio's gaze again. "Yeah, did I stutter? Dads. Plural. Reeve and Richie. I'll go look for another lobster so you don't have to give up one of yours. You'll cook both?"

Geez, too easy to push those buttons, kid. Maybe hide them deeper.

But Gladio doesn't know they are there. Instead he's grinning stupidly to know that Reeve and Richie have gotten so domestic.

"Damn, I told Richie it would pay off to just talk to Reeve. And now they've got you, huh? Seems pretty serious. I'm going to have to make Richie a new 'Gladio was right' t-shirt."

What should it say?

"I'll get both cooked, yeah."

It's a work in progress. To think he's actually gotten better at it lately, too.

"The three of us got matching suits for the New Tick. Pretty sure we're all seen as a family unit. They helped heal me back up when I got attacked," to which York gestures a little at the raised scarring on his cheek and jawline. It looked like he had gotten stitches. "And Richie would wear it. I'd make him wear that shirt."

He put his hands on his hips and regards Gladio for a moment before looking around to see if there's another lobster moseying about. "Might take me a moment to find one, but I'll be right back. You coming with or staying right here?"

Matching suits? Gladio bursts out in more delighted laughter. Fuck, that's precious. Especially since the kid is going to help Gladio with his gloating.

"It's going to say 'Gladio was right' on the front and 'and now I have a family' on the back. You get him to wear it and I'll make sure you get something for it."

Because Gladio is just preening over his matchmaking success.

"I suppose I can follow you. No reason not to."

"Yeah, it was like they picked suits Reeve would like, but with ties Richie would want. Or, would only wear the suit if he had tacky as hell ties. But I'll get him to wear it."

York could probably pout at Richie and make him feel bad for making York pout, then wear the damn shirt.

He starts off in the direction he had come from, picking up a stick along the way. "You have a bet with him or some shit?"

"Assigned family," he laughs, thinking about it. But perhaps it makes sense. This guy seemed about as serious as Reeve, but with that snarky edge that is all Richie.

"Good luck with the suit. He seems unlikely to want to wear one. Maybe he can wear the t-shirt under it."

But he does swim after York, because the kid was going to find that extra lobster.

"No bet this time. But I did make the bet that he wouldn't regret talking to Reeve. Just like he bet Noctis wouldn't turn away from my own feelings. Now he's got a family and I'm engaged."

It does make sense. Well, to York it makes sense. York, who had a family and essentially lost it when he favored the revolution in the hopes of regaining his own autonomy from his registered family.

York leads the way, getting back to roughly where he started earlier. No lobsters in sight, but surely there had to be some around. "Yeah? Got a ring and everything?" He casts a backwards glance towards Gladio's hands in some form of interest. He knew that rings were a pretty common form of showing you were married to someone back home.

"Glad you talked him into finally talking to Reeve. Now I don't have to move between two places when I go down for sleep." For the most part, anyways.

"Indeed. Tony helped me forge it myself," Gladio says with a grin. "He wears my ring in a way that I never expected. Makes me feel alive."

In fact, he's wearing his own. Gold worked with black. But it's only for the engagement.

"I mean, I was just expecting hookups, but dating is nice. Guy probably sleeps more."

"Huh. Interesting, how does your fiancee wear his? On a necklace?" He swims up so he can look at Gladio's, impressed by the swirl of black and gold that made up the band. His tendrils work to keep up with Gladio, and this is gonna be good exercise. Damn. His stasis is gonna be deep tonight.

"Yeah dating is nice. You should've seen how they worked in healing me up," though 'healing' didn't feel like the right word. What other word could it be though? "Richie pretty much called for Reeve right away, and he came here even though he had some kind of injury."

What was the injury? York can't recall. The information feels right there, at his metaphorical fingertips, but then it's gone again. Must not have been important.

“His finger,” Gladio says. Like Gladio does. And he’s so proud of that. Proud of the relationship Richie encouraged him into. It doesn’t hurt yet, because he hasn’t lost it yet.

~~Ravus’s warnings had never been wrong.~~

“Sounds like they care for you quite deeply,” Gladio says with a smile. “I’m glad you have that.”

York gives Gladio a look. "Isn't that the standard place for a wedding band to be worn? I know another is on a necklace, but on the finger is the usual practice." A shrug. People were weird and Gladio wasn't an exception it seemed.

"I'm glad I got it too." He can't remember why it's important now because he can't remember anything from before. A metal table? A different body? Fleeting images that had to be a dream, like Rogers talked about. "Glad you got your fiancee. I guess everyone needs someone like that in their life. Or most people, I guess."

And like that Gladio gets what York means. And he laughs. Bright and happy.

"I don't mean physically wearing it. I mean we're forbidden to each other back home. That he wears my ring at all is the unexpected thing. One I am grateful for."

But yes, people need others in their lives to support them. That's how it goes. How it will always go.

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