[ he can see the slope of noctis' shoulders from the work they've done, but even more so, he can feel the tautly-drawn hum of exertion beginning just faintly, overlapped with his own humming muscles, at attention to see the task through. he takes up the rear as they make their way towards the door, sword low but prepared to reach out again if need be. ]
(You're still scrawny. I'm not jealous of someone who has twigs for arms.)
[ everyone is scrawny compared to gladio. that's just a fact of life. and he isn't about to stop teasing noctis for it even now. truth be told, with all the swordwork noctis does, he most definitely doesn't have sticks for arms, but it's all a matter of perspective and he could always use a little more work.
he casts as look behind them, making certain that no one is at their back aiming to try something else. ]
(Even if they are slightly bigger twigs than before.)
no subject
( You're still scrawny. I'm not jealous of someone who has twigs for arms. )
[ everyone is scrawny compared to gladio. that's just a fact of life. and he isn't about to stop teasing noctis for it even now. truth be told, with all the swordwork noctis does, he most definitely doesn't have sticks for arms, but it's all a matter of perspective and he could always use a little more work.
he casts as look behind them, making certain that no one is at their back aiming to try something else. ]
( Even if they are slightly bigger twigs than before. )