[Later that night, Gladio reminisces in the shower and decides to have some more fun. Ravus never said anything about photos after all.
So before he completely steps out of the shower, he grabs his phone from the sink's counter-top and snaps a fantastic selfie. Hell, he might post this one on his Instaframe.
The picture captures his body from his slightly curled lips down to the beginnings of his happy trail. Droplets of water bead on tanned skin and the ink of his tattoo draws the eye to his left pec, which only calls the eye to drop further and follow the water trails over his taut abdomen. Of course his 8-pack is perfectly defined, as if all of his training could leave an ounce of fat on him.
Deciding the picture is perfect, Gladio sends it to Ravus with a little message.]
Please kill me for that terrible name (needed to be able to call it Insta)
So before he completely steps out of the shower, he grabs his phone from the sink's counter-top and snaps a fantastic selfie. Hell, he might post this one on his Instaframe.
The picture captures his body from his slightly curled lips down to the beginnings of his happy trail. Droplets of water bead on tanned skin and the ink of his tattoo draws the eye to his left pec, which only calls the eye to drop further and follow the water trails over his taut abdomen. Of course his 8-pack is perfectly defined, as if all of his training could leave an ounce of fat on him.
Deciding the picture is perfect, Gladio sends it to Ravus with a little message.]
Wishing you were here.