[He gives the keys back over with a cheeky grin, eyes sparkling as their fingers barely brush.]
All fun and no play makes Ravus a dull boy. [The quote is from an old classic, but Gladio's hopeful that the TA will know its origin.] Besides, there's no one else around to see you act so unbecoming.
[Depositing his things down on a different desk than usual, front and center as opposed to third row off to the left, Gladio lets his eyes drink in the man before him as he walks forward to take the eraser. Seriously, no one has a right to look this good. And definitely not a TA for a class most people find "boring and stuffy".]
Who am I to deny my TA's demands? [He doesn't say what he's thinking, that there are a few better things he could be doing that all involve Ravus, because that would be far too inappropriate, even for Gladio. Though he doesn't try to pull up his pants that are already low on his hips (he might have forgotten a belt this morning in his haste to get to class early).
So when he leans and stretches as he clears the board, Ravus will be treated to flashes of the tanned skin of his lower back to add to the slight sway of Gladio's hips and the reach of his muscular arms, on perfect display in his simple black t-shirt.
When finished clearing the various equations and graphs away, Gladio leaves the eraser below the board and turns around to lean slightly back and look questioningly at Ravus.] Anythin' else you need?
[He's entirely unaware that his shirt, having ridden up in the back as he worked, is just as raised in front and now a small slice of his taut lower abdomen is plainly visible - along with a peak of a soft trail of hair.]
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All fun and no play makes Ravus a dull boy. [The quote is from an old classic, but Gladio's hopeful that the TA will know its origin.] Besides, there's no one else around to see you act so unbecoming.
[Depositing his things down on a different desk than usual, front and center as opposed to third row off to the left, Gladio lets his eyes drink in the man before him as he walks forward to take the eraser. Seriously, no one has a right to look this good. And definitely not a TA for a class most people find "boring and stuffy".]
Who am I to deny my TA's demands? [He doesn't say what he's thinking, that there are a few better things he could be doing that all involve Ravus, because that would be far too inappropriate, even for Gladio. Though he doesn't try to pull up his pants that are already low on his hips (he might have forgotten a belt this morning in his haste to get to class early).
So when he leans and stretches as he clears the board, Ravus will be treated to flashes of the tanned skin of his lower back to add to the slight sway of Gladio's hips and the reach of his muscular arms, on perfect display in his simple black t-shirt.
When finished clearing the various equations and graphs away, Gladio leaves the eraser below the board and turns around to lean slightly back and look questioningly at Ravus.] Anythin' else you need?
[He's entirely unaware that his shirt, having ridden up in the back as he worked, is just as raised in front and now a small slice of his taut lower abdomen is plainly visible - along with a peak of a soft trail of hair.]