[Ravus feels every molecule of saliva in his mouth dry up as he turns and catches sight of a boot, leading up to stockings, leading up to bare thighs. Astrals, those thighs. They could crush Ravus and he'd die happy. He is not remotely sober enough for this encounter to happen.]
Gla-uhh...Amicitia. You're...here.
[He can practically feel his brain cells short-circuiting as blood reroutes southward. Ravus drains his cup, and absolutely doesn't choke on it as Gladio shifts his weigh around.]
...kitchen. I'll go get more. [Retreating is the only possible course of action. He pushes himself up, thankful that his fake chainmail falls mid-thigh when he stands.]
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Gla-uhh...Amicitia. You're...here.
[He can practically feel his brain cells short-circuiting as blood reroutes southward. Ravus drains his cup, and absolutely doesn't choke on it as Gladio shifts his weigh around.]
...kitchen. I'll go get more. [Retreating is the only possible course of action. He pushes himself up, thankful that his fake chainmail falls mid-thigh when he stands.]