( because he's not one to sit still, gladio's been patrolling the station. or, rather, the parts he's able to access. it didn't take him long to memorize the layout, even less time to realize he doesn't recognize a single face here. on one of his rounds, he even began to question if he was dead and this was some weird as hell afterlife. but, he's trying not to think about that right now or about death.
it's his seventh pass by the infirmary and for the most part, it's been pretty quiet. but, this time he hears a voice as he begins to pass the door. so, he does the gentlemanly thing and peers inside. he's not expecting to get an eyeful of a curvy backside, but here they are.
he leans his shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed low over his torso, and just the barest hint of a smirk flirting at the corner of his mouth. )
You sure you don't want something else first?
( to which he means to cover up, not anything like a triple x throwdown. )
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it's his seventh pass by the infirmary and for the most part, it's been pretty quiet. but, this time he hears a voice as he begins to pass the door. so, he does the gentlemanly thing and peers inside. he's not expecting to get an eyeful of a curvy backside, but here they are.
he leans his shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed low over his torso, and just the barest hint of a smirk flirting at the corner of his mouth. )
You sure you don't want something else first?
( to which he means to cover up, not anything like a triple x throwdown. )