A call for help~

[piercetheheart]

Alright... it kinda goes against everything I know to do this but the Bunny god needs our help and I'm not going to sit around here and be useless.

[He sounds pissed of and upset but he's here and he's asking dammit.]

Anyone here have enough healing magic to patch up a puncture wound in someone's abdomen? Like a deep one?

And assuming I can get a hold of anyone we've got shit to clear out.

Hey, Tim! Lets find some shit for that restaurant.

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[crosslaced]

[A broad leaf charred with careful writing has been placed outside the Shacktress of Solitude.]

WITH HEALING MAGIC:
-The spider lady.
-‘Mira’, carries bow and arrows.
-Aster, black-haired girl with a white-haired brother (Shion).
-“King Asgore Dreemur”?
-Ardyn ignore.

Ignis won't heal you?

[piercetheheart]

[It's not until much later in the day but... Laurent there's someone knocking on the wall by your door, holding up the leaf and looking exasperated.

Oh and he's wearing his pants again (with a small hole still but that's fine) so it looks like he's mostly healed up now?]

[crosslaced]

[Through the window Laurent can be seen reading, balancing a thick-looking book on his knees. Not expecting the visit, Gladio gets a flash of discomforted surprise before the blonde settles his face into cool neutrality.

Laurent makes it a point to stand beyond grabbing range.]

What?

[piercetheheart]

You couldn't have just... said it?

[Gesturing with the leaf.]

And Iggy's heals aren't really designed for something that severe.

[crosslaced]

[Beat.]

What makes you think I wrote that?

[piercetheheart]

'Cause you're the only one that would have a reason not to talk to me and also know I've been staying in the shed.

[He's not the tactician but he's also not an idiot.]

[crosslaced]

[Ugh. He tries to be decent one time and this is what it gets him.]

Congratulations, you've answered your own question. To answer your other one, no, I don't have an ulterior motive today. It's actually in my interests to keep you alive.

[Defensive, defensive.]

Anything else?

[piercetheheart]

[A sigh and he shifts, leaning against the wall beside the doorway.]

I... also wanted to apologize. I didn't mean to freak you out.

[crosslaced]

[His brow furrows in a deeper discomfited surprise. The discomfort is starting to win out; he looks, counterproductively, like he’d just been threatened.

The reply is terse:]

An apology is unnecessary.

What are you really trying to do?

[piercetheheart]

Umm...

[He honestly just looks confused.]

You're a friend and shit got weird. So I just... I dunno don't want you to feel like we're enemies now or something?

[crosslaced]

Don't worry. Like Ardyn, I'm uninterested in being your enemy in this setting-

[Wait a minute, he read that wrong, is Gladio actually trying to-]

How am I still a ‘friend’? What's wrong with you lot?

[piercetheheart]

What's wrong with us? You're the one that stabs first and asks questions later.

[So really who was more messed up here, Laurent?]

It was a miscommunication. That'd be like me having a vendetta against Rory for trying to protect Iggy.

[Gladio, Laurent has no idea what you're talking about.]

[crosslaced]

[Laurent narrows his eyes- something dark and resentful surfaces, momentarily. What's wrong, indeed.

But aside from pressing his lips into an unimpressed line there's no comment about Gladio’s words. Whatever that flash was disappears behind the blue curtain of his eyes, and his reply is the mild disaffected tone of a Diplomacy Voice.]

Alright then. I'm aware it was a misunderstanding, and I apologise for knifing you. Rest assured that I have no intention of… causing your group any other problems, if it can be helped.

[It doesn't seem like he got the point of the apology. It's definitely not going to make him accept food from Ignis again, fyi.]

[piercetheheart]

[Gladio stares at him for a long moment, tilts his head, and then sighs heavily.]

We're... not actually going to get anywhere with this are we?

[crosslaced]

[knifecat.png]

Likely not. But don’t be discouraged, I do mean what I’ve said. If your house burns down in the middle of night it won’t be me, assuming you haven't done something else.

[piercetheheart]

[See they were okay until right there. Gladio stiffens, expression going from bemused and exasperated to just shy of pissed in an instant.]

I didn't do anything in the first place.

[crosslaced]

Yes, yes. That was my fault.

[Is he… joking? Or serious? He’s very calm about it, almost serene. I don’t know if Gladio can pass a perception check on this one. ]

I will do what I can to suppress these venomous instincts of mine. [But, no promises.]

[piercetheheart]

[Outright scowling now.]

I'm really starting to hate it when you're flippant.

[It usually means you're being a douchebag.]

[crosslaced]

You’re in good company. What a shame that my hate club isn’t here right now.

[laurent no]

I’m glad you’re all better, but at this point I think there’s nothing more we want with each other.

[piercetheheart]

Since you're determined to be a dick when I was trying to apologize I guess not.

[He heaves a sigh, shaking his head as he pushes off the wall, clearly preparing to leave.]

Just... stop avoiding Iggy would you? He misses you.

[And yeah he's out. See ya around Laur]

[crosslaced]

....

[IGNIS HAS LIKE TWO BOYFRIENDS??? AND A WHOLE CHOCOBRO CLUB???? Don’t be a greedy bitch, Ignis????

He has no way to say any of that politely, though.]