Sister Searching

[hashtagdaddy]

Who: Gladiolus Amicitia and literally anyone
When: July 14 and July 16-31
Where: Yun'Ashia then literally everywhere
What: The Actual Worst - Where's my sister?
Warnings/Notes: Distraught older brother; CW/TW: some threads may contain references to self-hatred and self-harm (self-harm induced by seeking out injury at the hands of others), tumultuous emotions, fits of rage, depressive episodes, if you see something in a thread that needs to be added here I will do my best to amend this or add it in the tags if that's possible.



I. July 14th - Yun'Ashia

Gladio figured Iris slept in when she missed breakfast, thought maybe she wasn't feeling well when she missed training, and started worrying when he couldn't reach her at all. Every text went unanswered. Every call straight to voicemail. Her room was devoid of any sign of her and even her Moogle was missing. Frantic, Gladio began asking everyone in the house - and then anyone he saw when he went into town - "Have any of you seen Iris today? Or heard from her?"

II. July 16th thru 23rd - Worldwide

His boss had been miraculously understanding when Gladio begged for the next week off. He'd have to work insanely hard when he got back, but he wasn't about to write Iris off as gone until he'd scoured the whole of this world. As it was, he spent the entirety of the 15th searching as much of Yun'Ashia and the surrounding land as he could. He'd returned home sometime pre-dawn on the 16th and grabbed maybe an hour or two of sleep before making an iMog video that he'd post publicly. Once that video was made, he packed a few essentials and prepared to set off on a hunt of his own. He knew his father was out looking too, but the more eyes the better, right? Everyone he met would be greeted with a photo of Iris on his iMog as he asked them, "Have you seen my sister?"

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[hashtagdaddy]

He's actually kind of ... touched that Dylas actually took the initiative to ask someone to make him some grab n' go food. Granted, he's still in a hurry so it probably doesn't show.

"I eat almost anythin' so that's fine. Thanks."

Why is he getting glared at now? He'd actually said thank you. Does that not mean the same thing to Naga as it means to humans?

"Uh, whatever's fastest is fine..." Gladio tilts his head, trying to figure out where the hostility came from.

"Or I can just wait for the sandwiches. It'll be the same amount of time anyway."

[sullenstallion]

Whatever's fastest? He's sure Gladiolus is just trying to make life easier on him, which is suspicious because when does anyone ever make life easier for their waiter? He sort of regrets Gladio coming in the longer he stands there, because he looks ridiculous. He has to. From the waist down, nothing but snake tail. From the waist up, he's wearing a white collared shirt and a black vest over it, like a proper waiter would.

It's weird.

"How do you take your coffee?" Water is still the easiest thing he could bring this man, but Dylas has an inkling that Gladio needs more than water right now, and there's always a pot floating about. "I can do at least that much for you."

[hashtagdaddy]

All Gladio sees is a sort-of-friend still willing to get him something to drink even though he'd been snappy and generally nasty when he'd first walked in. Sure, he's not used to interacting with a Naga that isn't trying to kill him, but this half-human half-snake ball of snark and scowls is just Dylas.

There's nothing weird about Dylas except how he jumped from being sort of considerate to suddenly glaring at Gladio.

And Gladio would really love to know what that's about. But it would be rude to answer Dylas' question - and courtesy - with a question of his own.

"Black is easiest, so you can just do that." It's not how Gladio prefers his coffee, the Shield usually adding a little sugar at the very least, but he asked Dylas to do whatever's fastest.

"Seriously, thanks."

[sullenstallion]

They're not friends. He'd made that clear when they met. He doesn't want any friends, it just means more people prying into his business. If Gladiolus had a brother, and his brother stopped here...he would've been another tourist, someone Dylas might've preyed on.

He's not friendly, he tells himself as he fetches coffee. He's just...helping out because it'd be more suspicious if he didn't. Yeah. That's it.

"Here you go."

Instead of setting down just a mug, he sets down the mug and the coffeepot so he can have as much as he likes. It's a small diner mostly run by old lalafell. Why they hired him when he could eat them all like they were a 20-piece McNuggets is beyond him, but that's where he's at.

"They're working fast, but Janet thinks they need to make you a lot. Because you're...thick."

[hashtagdaddy]

Gladio actually outright laughs when Dylas calls him thick. He knows it's not meant in a sexual way but for some reason the descriptor strikes him as hilarious.

"Can't say I've ever heard that one before, at least not in that context." He's still chuckling as he reaches for the pot and mug, pouring himself a nice steaming cup of caffeine.

Noticing that Dylas only brought one mug, Gladio frowns a bit. "Grab a mug for yourself, if you want. Waiting tables is a pretty exhausting job sometimes, especially when y'get people like me tumblin' through."

He pauses and decides to press his luck just a bit more. "Is there any way for some of the sandwiches to have no veggies? I ... there's someone keeping an eye on me and I should make sure he eats. And he hates veggies."

[sullenstallion]

Dylas' eyebrow lifts. Had he said something funny? He's not sure where he went wrong, no, he thinks thick is a great word to describe both Gladiolus' body and his head.

"What context? What are you talking about?"

He sounds both annoyed and urgent; being left out of the loop is a little frustrating, so knowing what he's missing out on would be great.

"You want me to relax, but then you also want me to make a special request for you." Dylas shakes his head. It actually doesn't bother him all that much, but Gladio's concerns are a little amusing. It's a quick trip over to the pass to tell the chefs what's up and then he's back.

"They've got it covered. And they said your friend is too picky."

They also had something waiting for Dylas when he went to check on them. When he returns, he's carrying a glass of something orange. It's not orange juice or orange soda...the color is different. He takes a drink from it while he waits for Gladio's answers.