[It's telling of Ravus' priorities that when he hears the shouted warning, he throws himself protectively on his papers rather than trying to move out of the way. Between his attempt at shielding his work and the rush of air as the shirtless man goes sailing by, a few of the exams flutter off of the desk and land in the grass.

Ravus turns a death glare at the grinning student. Having barely averted the frisbee projectile does not excuse him and his friend from having thrown it in the first place...or for being so loud and carefree during midterms...or for not wearing a damned shirt. He ignores the hand and reaches to collect his papers before the wind blows them away. Professor Highwind would never let him live it down if he lost a midterm because of some shirtless hu...idiot.]

You and your friend should be more careful where you throw that thing.

[He seizes the scattered exams and looks up at this 'Gladio'. Well...um...Nope, not looking at his pecs...not looking at the rippling tattoo...not looking at the smile or at those eyes.... He ends up focusing on his nose. Ravus can look at that nose without having any thoughts inappropriate for a TA to have.]

The class roster is organized by surname. I don't know anyone's first names. [So if Gladio is expecting any recognition on the name, he's going to be disappointed.]