[Gladio's beach attire consisted of only moderately tight black swim trunks with red and orange piping down the sides, sunglasses, and a loose-fitting dark gray cotton button-down t-shirt. Of course the shirt is worn fully opened, the sun giving his naturally tan skin a bronze glow.
His bare feet soak up the warmth of the sand and the pleasant coolness of the water as he walks along the shoreline, eyes seeking out any signs of driftwood, lungs filling with ocean air, ears ringing with the sounds of gulls, laughter, and gently crashing waves, all relaxing him to his core.
Amber eyes alight on Ravus, laid out on his towel soaking up the sun's rays. Alabaster skin looks pink, even from this distance, so Gladio jogs towards their group's spot and bends down to grab some sunblock.]
You're startin' to turn pink. Might wanna put on more of this. [He holds out the bottle and tries not to pay attention to how Ravus' chosen attire compliments his skin tone and draws attention to his fairly well-muscled arm and legs.]
III. Fun in the Sun
His bare feet soak up the warmth of the sand and the pleasant coolness of the water as he walks along the shoreline, eyes seeking out any signs of driftwood, lungs filling with ocean air, ears ringing with the sounds of gulls, laughter, and gently crashing waves, all relaxing him to his core.
Amber eyes alight on Ravus, laid out on his towel soaking up the sun's rays. Alabaster skin looks pink, even from this distance, so Gladio jogs towards their group's spot and bends down to grab some sunblock.]
You're startin' to turn pink. Might wanna put on more of this. [He holds out the bottle and tries not to pay attention to how Ravus' chosen attire compliments his skin tone and draws attention to his fairly well-muscled arm and legs.]
Sunburn's a bitch to deal with.