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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[scourgingstars]

I am absolutely not having this conversation with you. By no stretch of the imagination am I remotely prepared or equipped to discuss sentiment and the expression or reasoning therein.

[piercetheheart]

[And that makes Gladio laugh, grinning over at Ardyn, elbowing him a little.]

Fine stay here with your girl. I've got supplies to collect.

[He pats Ardyn's thigh and, now that he's not injured, rolls easily to his feet.]

[scourgingstars]

...I hope 'supplies' is some new modern slang for 'pants'.

[piercetheheart]

[Gladio freezes, startled for a moment. And then laughs more. He tugs his pants out of his knapsack.

He looks around, shrugs, and steps into his pants, pulling them up under the cloth and then unlacing it to stuff it back in his bag. There's a pretty significant hole in the front of his pants but nothing that's going to cause too many problems just yet.

Of course in all of that Ardyn's probably getting an eyeful of things he'd rather not see.]

Better?