[He snorts at the text and debates sending one back but ultimately decides against it. There are more students waiting to take their exams and Gladio knows Ravus will be busy for a while, first with monitoring exams and then with grading them. And though he mourns the lack of contact, it gives him time to prepare for their date.
In the following days Gladio makes what seems like endless phone calls and arrangements, most of which are for his upcoming date, and by the 15th he's ready to chuck his phone out his window. But he can't because then he'll lose Ravus' number and that would be awful.
His excitement wakes him up ungodly early and he tries to expend some of the nervous energy filling him by going on an early morning run. By 9am he's back and worked up a second and third sweat in his home gym. At 10am he checks his grades on his phone and pouts before moving on from weights to katas. When he checks his grades again at 11am he smiles, because some are posted but the pout returns when he notices none of the ones he sees are the one that matters. Now it's time for yoga, complete with music that should relax him but totally doesn't. He goes for broke and does some kickboxing and muay thai until he can't see through the sweat dripping into his eyes.
Logically he knows that Ravus has other classes to input grades for yet all he wants is the grade from their shared class. So at noon he checks one more time and whoops when he sees that his grade is finally finally posted.
Because that means he can do what he's wanted to do since the day of his final exam.
While all of his previous photos were suggestive and not at all appropriate, none of them captured him at his rawest, most primal state. He strips and grabs what he needs from its hiding spot before setting his phone's camera up to a timer. Leaning the phone against the mirror in the home-gym, Gladio hefts the broad-head naginata into position while stepping into a side-lunge. Just before the photo snaps he flexes so that all of his glistening muscle groups swell to make the most appealing picture.]
Been wanting to send you something like this for a while. Be ready at 5. Our reservation is at 6.
[That sent, Gladio returns the polearm to its proper place and begins properly getting ready.He is going to give Ravus a night he'll never forget.]
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In the following days Gladio makes what seems like endless phone calls and arrangements, most of which are for his upcoming date, and by the 15th he's ready to chuck his phone out his window. But he can't because then he'll lose Ravus' number and that would be awful.
His excitement wakes him up ungodly early and he tries to expend some of the nervous energy filling him by going on an early morning run. By 9am he's back and worked up a second and third sweat in his home gym. At 10am he checks his grades on his phone and pouts before moving on from weights to katas. When he checks his grades again at 11am he smiles, because some are posted but the pout returns when he notices none of the ones he sees are the one that matters. Now it's time for yoga, complete with music that should relax him but totally doesn't. He goes for broke and does some kickboxing and muay thai until he can't see through the sweat dripping into his eyes.
Logically he knows that Ravus has other classes to input grades for yet all he wants is the grade from their shared class. So at noon he checks one more time and whoops when he sees that his grade is finally finally posted.
Because that means he can do what he's wanted to do since the day of his final exam.
While all of his previous photos were suggestive and not at all appropriate, none of them captured him at his rawest, most primal state. He strips and grabs what he needs from its hiding spot before setting his phone's camera up to a timer. Leaning the phone against the mirror in the home-gym, Gladio hefts the broad-head naginata into position while stepping into a side-lunge. Just before the photo snaps he flexes so that all of his glistening muscle groups swell to make the most appealing picture.]
Been wanting to send you something like this for a while. Be ready at 5. Our reservation is at 6.
[That sent, Gladio returns the polearm to its proper place and begins properly getting ready.He is going to give Ravus a night he'll never forget.]