[Gladio's smile wanes a little when his hand is ignored, and he does his best to bite back a retort about the quad being the proper place for throwing 'that thing' around and definitely not being the proper place for doing ... whatever this guy is doing.

Seriously, who brings a real chair and a flimsy TV tray out here in order to work? The few students that are working just lie on the grass or on a blanket, or maybe on a camping chair or at one of the two picnic tables set up on the far end of the quad. So what is this guy's problem?] Yea, my friend's aim could use some improvement but at least you didn't get hit or knocked over. So there's your silver lining.

[Okay, there's some irritation in those words. But at least he isn't yelling. Or cursing.]

And my last name is Amicitia, if that'll jog your memory. Gladiolus Amicitia.

[His arms are now loosely crossed over his bare chest, hips canted to one side while the completely innocent frisbee dangles from his fingers. He's not about to offer his hand again after it being so thorougly and rudely ignored, but he can still attempt to extend an olive branch.]

M'sorry about almost hitting you and disruptin' whatever you're doing out here. It's nice to officially meet you though. [Another smile, just as warm and charming as the first.]