[Ravus sits on the bed before he starts to sway. The mattress is so inviting. He's not sure when the plan shifted from 'shower and leave' to 'here are clean clothes to sleep in', but he's too dizzy to protest it. He takes the water and sips slowly.
Of course Gladiolus looks like some god stepped down from the pantheon in his low-slung sweatpants and sweat-slicked hair. He's got a little picnic for them on his bedside table. Who does that for their one-night stands? Who puts on clean sheets for them? A normal person would either collapse and untangle themselves wordlessly in the morning, or would do the sensible thing and call their hook-up a cab and send them on their way.]
Are you trying to date me? [He asks, incredulously. His dehydrated brain belatedly catches up to him.]
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Of course Gladiolus looks like some god stepped down from the pantheon in his low-slung sweatpants and sweat-slicked hair. He's got a little picnic for them on his bedside table. Who does that for their one-night stands? Who puts on clean sheets for them? A normal person would either collapse and untangle themselves wordlessly in the morning, or would do the sensible thing and call their hook-up a cab and send them on their way.]
Are you trying to date me? [He asks, incredulously. His dehydrated brain belatedly catches up to him.]
No, don't answer that. Go shower.