[Ravus takes the slate and scrolls through it slowly, scanning for any sign of illicit messages. He pauses to insistantly nudge Gladio's thigh with his uninjured foot when Gladio gets distracted and pauses the rubbing to attempt to taunt him. The massage is not to stop.]
You, as I said, you dolt. [He sees line after line of words and times intermixed with the little emogi icons.]
Only a reprobate would find anything perverse in these messages.
[He scrolls back up to the most recent messages he's sent, with the eggplant.] 'Gardening. Bring water.' It was a hot day, I did not think I was amiss to ask it of you.
[The next, with a peach.] 'Will you be home soon? Food is prepared.' I suppose I should not inquire about your whereabouts for meals?
[Focusing on the words on the screen is giving him a headache, so he drops the slate on the bed and retrieves his wine glass to sip at while he waits for Gladio to take back his slanderous accusations.]
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You, as I said, you dolt. [He sees line after line of words and times intermixed with the little emogi icons.]
Only a reprobate would find anything perverse in these messages.
[He scrolls back up to the most recent messages he's sent, with the eggplant.] 'Gardening. Bring water.' It was a hot day, I did not think I was amiss to ask it of you.
[The next, with a peach.] 'Will you be home soon? Food is prepared.' I suppose I should not inquire about your whereabouts for meals?
[Focusing on the words on the screen is giving him a headache, so he drops the slate on the bed and retrieves his wine glass to sip at while he waits for Gladio to take back his slanderous accusations.]