[It's another day at The Caelesti University of Lucis, otherwise known as CU - Titan Campus. Caelesti University is widespread among Eos, having one campus in each of the world's nations and Gladiolus Amicitia eagerly applied and, upon acceptance, moved from his family home in Insomnia to the sprawling University.
It's his third year now and he's happily welcomed three of his closest friends to Titan Campus. Though none of them share classes, they all make time to hang out and today happens to be one of their designated 'goof off days' where Ignis reads a leisure book and pretends to scoff at Gladio and the others for doing something less wholesome. As it happens, Prompto's brought a frisbee to the quad and pretty soon Gladio makes a spectacle of himself as he dives and slides to catch all of the blond's wild tosses (Noct long since gave up the athletics to doze near Iggy).
The real reason for all the eyes is less the fancy frisbee catching and more the fact that Gladio had, at some point, lost his shirt. He's not paying attention to the looks, completely oblivious to how his muscular bronze torso draws stares of appreciation or how his tattoo looks alive when his arms stretch out to make a catch.
What he does notice is the way the frisbee he chases rapidly approaches someone sitting in an actual chair with an actual, little table.]
Heads up! [Gladio pushes himself forward and dives, managing to grip the flying disc before it collides with the small table. With his momentum still carrying him forward, he does his best to avoid the chair as he slides along the grass. Man, Prompto really needs to work on his aim.
Standing up, he dusts himself off and tries to shake the grass and dirt out of his hair. Some strands escape his fairly sloppy half-bun and stick to his neck and forehead, but Gladio's more interested in the innocent bystander he almost hit who looks familiar ... and gorgeous.]
Sorry about that. My friend's aim isn't the best. [Amber eyes search the form and face before him before the spark of recognition ignites.] Hey, I know you! You're the TA for my Advanced Ancient Eosian Lit class ... Ravus, right?
[He offers a sheepish yet friendly smile as he extends a hand. Gladio's never seen the man outside the classroom and is kicking himself for never noticing how hot his TA is.] I'm Gladio.
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It's his third year now and he's happily welcomed three of his closest friends to Titan Campus. Though none of them share classes, they all make time to hang out and today happens to be one of their designated 'goof off days' where Ignis reads a leisure book and pretends to scoff at Gladio and the others for doing something less wholesome. As it happens, Prompto's brought a frisbee to the quad and pretty soon Gladio makes a spectacle of himself as he dives and slides to catch all of the blond's wild tosses (Noct long since gave up the athletics to doze near Iggy).
The real reason for all the eyes is less the fancy frisbee catching and more the fact that Gladio had, at some point, lost his shirt. He's not paying attention to the looks, completely oblivious to how his muscular bronze torso draws stares of appreciation or how his tattoo looks alive when his arms stretch out to make a catch.
What he does notice is the way the frisbee he chases rapidly approaches someone sitting in an actual chair with an actual, little table.]
Heads up! [Gladio pushes himself forward and dives, managing to grip the flying disc before it collides with the small table. With his momentum still carrying him forward, he does his best to avoid the chair as he slides along the grass. Man, Prompto really needs to work on his aim.
Standing up, he dusts himself off and tries to shake the grass and dirt out of his hair. Some strands escape his fairly sloppy half-bun and stick to his neck and forehead, but Gladio's more interested in the innocent bystander he almost hit who looks familiar ... and gorgeous.]
Sorry about that. My friend's aim isn't the best. [Amber eyes search the form and face before him before the spark of recognition ignites.] Hey, I know you! You're the TA for my Advanced Ancient Eosian Lit class ... Ravus, right?
[He offers a sheepish yet friendly smile as he extends a hand. Gladio's never seen the man outside the classroom and is kicking himself for never noticing how hot his TA is.] I'm Gladio.