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Some Fun While the Sun Shines [Backdated Cast Log]

Who: The FFXV cast and YOU!
When: End of June thru July 12th
Where: Ka'Pandol and the general Yun'Ashia area. Other locations will be added as needed.
What: The FFXV cast relax after the events that occurred in Ka'Pandol, enjoying the summer weather while things return to being peaceful...for now.
Warnings/Notes: References to alcohol/drinking, other warnings will be added as needed.

I - Gods, What a Day... [Ka'Pandol, end of June]

The flooding of the underwater city could've been worse if the otherworlders hadn't agreed to help. Those of House Eos aided their fellow otherworlders wherever they could - either by reaching the underwater levers, or helping with evacuating the civilians.

However, none of them expected to run into this world's version of the one they call 'The Tidemother'. Not many of their number has many happy memories, if any, related to that being. Thus, once the worst has passed and all dangers have passed, one could find them at this bar or that establishment, reaching for a bottle or two.

Though they would not refuse anyone that wish to join their company.

II - Pastoral Rhapsody [Yun'Ashia, July]

Home still calls, though, and it's not long before one could find the Eos House back on the farm that they recently purchase. One would think that it's just yet another chocobo farm, since there seems to be several chocobos living there now. Several sections of land are being tilled for various sundry plants, and the fence that divided the once-two properties is slowly being taken down to formalize the new, larger farm between the two houses. Guests are always welcomed at either of the large homes that they now own...

Dawn training, however, continues to fill the air with the sound of spells cast and wooden weapons clanking loudly against each other. They apologize in advance to any neighbors that might still be within hearing distance of them.

III - Surf's up! [A beach within the Yun'Ashia area, July]

A day does come, though, when they do decide to go back into the water.

Or at least, to the water's edge. The summer weather has finally gotten to them all, and it soon became too much to resist. Thus, on one of the less crowded beaches near Yun'Ashia, one could find a certain group setting up their beach blankets and stripping down to their swimsuits. There's food packed in picnic baskets and plenty of sunscreen thanks to Certain Concerned Individuals. Nothing but fun, sun, and surf...and maybe some additional company. What could go wrong?

IV - Wildcard
((Have something in mind related to any of the Final Fantasy cast? Or just another location/scenario in mind? Here's your option for that; go wild!))

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[Considering he'd helped the man limp to the bar, Gladio is not surprised when his eyes catch sight of Ravus downing glass after glass of wine. Considering the blood loss and the amount of calories burned from their fights ... he walks towards Ravus, snagging a menu on the way.]

Here. You should get somethin' in your stomach other than the wine you're guzzlin'. Unless you want to be sick as a dog later.

[Honestly, he should probably grab a bite too but he's too busy draining the contents of his second glass of whiskey. Gladio should also walk away but something compels him to take a tentative seat across from Ravus.]

Definitely wasn't expecting to see a Leviathan here... you doin' okay? [Genuine concern fills his eyes as he awaits Ravus' response.]

[Gladio probably should have walked here faster. Ravus is the one who was limping, but he's already had time to get here and get some drinks in him.

He turns to Gladio, reaction time a little sluggish after...everything that happened. He narrows his eyes at Gladio.

And then his lips begin to twitch, and he has to choke down laughter.]

...you know...you don't have to...buy me dinner first...

[With the blood loss and inebriation, the thought is hilarious to Ravus. Gladio's earnest expression is helping not at all. Ravus is shaking so hard trying to keep it all in, he's certain he's going to fall off of this damned stool.]

[Oh yea, he's definitely gotta get some food into Ravus.]

Uh ... [Part of this is hilarious to him - a drunk Ravus that isn't trying to goad him into a fight is, apparently, a giggly shit who makes inappropriate jokes. Gladio finds it cute, not that he'll say it.

He flags one of the few servers milling about and just points at some dishes, sheepishly indicating Ravus' clearly intoxicated state as way of explanation. Their food will hopefully arrive quickly, and Gladio tries to slide the wine bottle away from Ravus.]

Gotta make sure you have the energy. [He's absolutely winging this right now. And when Ravus almost falls off his stool Gladio slides around the table to steady him.]

And you definitely need t' eat after everything we did today. Humor me. [Grabbing a glass of water, Gladio passes it to Ravus.]

Drink this while we wait for our food an' I'll give back the wine bottle.

[Once Ravus stops helplessly shaking with laughter, he notices his wine glass gone and water in its place. Ravus frowns. Gladio no.]

...had enough water today. Give it back.

[He makes an ineffectual grab for the stolen bottle.]

's Cabernet Sauvigmog. Y'won't appreciate the vintage.

[The only way to explain this is blood loss and hunger because last time Ravus was drunk, he interrupted a perfectly good story to start a fight. A fight that ended with them in bed together.

This Ravus is giggly and clumsy and ... cute. Gladio doesn't stand a chance.]

The faster you drink that the faster you'll get this back. [He wiggles the bottle a bit where he holds it out of reach before raising it to his lips and taking a sip.]

Ahh - [Gladio smacks his lips and licks a lingering drop of wine from the corner of his mouth.] That is good.

[Amusement fills his eyes and his smirk and he heaves an internal sigh of relief when a server appears in the background, carrying their food. Just to be cheeky, he takes another sip of the wine while the various plates are placed on the table, chuckling softly at the put-out look on Ravus' face.

Seriously, it should be illegal for Ravus to look so adorable.]

[Ravus is not adorable, Ravus is affronted by the brazen theft of his wine. Ravus thirsts for that wine, which has made his world feel warm and pleasant, and now for vengeance as well.

His brain is operating a bit sluggishly, but his logic goes as follows:
1. Gladiolus has something Ravus wants, and is taunting him with it.
2. Ravus, presumably, has something Gladiolus wants.
3. Vengeance can be had if Ravus taunts Gladiolus.

Ravus blinks, and gazes at the plate set before him and forgoes his utensils to pick up a morsel of fruit between his fingers. He brings it to his lips slowly, making a show of eating it, then licking the juice from his fingers. He is not even hungry- he has barely had an appetite since the Ring of the Lucii- but he has a point to make.]

This meal would be...more pleasurable...with wine.

[He looks up at Gladio and brings a second piece of fruit to his lips.]

[The relieved smile Gladio wears when Ravus reaches for some food rapidly morphs into a look of utter disbelief. Is ... is Ravus Nox Fleuret trying to seduce him ... by eating fruit?

They've only had the one ... encounter ... in the bedroom and that extremely awkward talk about Ravus' jacket. While Gladio's wanted more - and has suffered serious cases of blue-balls with every damn eggplant emoji sent his way by the infuriating man - it's seemed that Ravus simply wasn't interested.

Until now.]

Uh, wha -- [His ever so eloquent response comes complete with wide eyes and a slack jaw, the Shield unable to believe that Ravus is making something as simple as eating a juicy piece of fruit look so fucking sinful.

Blood rapidly rushes south as Ravus lifts up the second piece of fruit and makes a snap decision.]

Not here. [Gladio's voice is a low growl, huskier than normal and hopefully doesn't carry too much further beyond their seats.

He drops more than enough money to cover their bill onto the table, and grabs the fruit plate in the hand not still holding the open wine bottle.]

Grab the other bottle and follow me. [Shit tipsy-Ravus better be able to walk the short distance from here to the nearest inn. Because Gladio is absolutely not continuing this in public.]

[Ha, Ravus' brilliant plan is working. Watching the Shield watch him eat his second piece of fruit, Gladiolus has obviously fallen prey to his tactics. Revenge is so close, he can almost taste it...unlike his stolen wine.

...except that Gladio stands up, bottle still in hand, making to leave. That is not the plan, even if Gladiolus is beckoning Ravus to follow him.]

Halt, you...villain. You'll not flee the scene of your crime!

[He stands, teetering a little unsteadily on his wounded leg, but dives forward to seize Gladio's shirt. With the Shield's hands already full, he does not expect much of a fight.

He leans forward to demand into Gladio's ear:]

Surrender your stolen goods.

[He smirks, assured of victory.]

[If Ravus ever hears of this when sober he'll be some mix of furious and embarrassed, neither of which Gladio wants the man to feel. It's almost impossible to think with a tipsy Ravus fisting his shirt and leaning into him so much that their fronts are practically pressed together, but Gladio does his best.

He places the fruit tray on a random table next to him, the wine bottle with it (and still out of Ravus' reach), before hoisting the man into a Fireman's carry.]

You'll thank me for this when you're sober. [Both hands available again, Gladio grabs both wine bottles as well as the fruit plate and sets off to the nearest inn. A pleading look to the innkeeper has them set up in a room exceedingly quickly and Gladio puts the food and drink down on the little table before depositing Ravus on the bed.]

Astrals, Ravus - you're a handful. Here. [He slides the fruit plate towards him, then starts rummaging around and finding two cups they could use as wine glasses. Pouring each of them a glass, Gladio hands one to Ravus.]

Happy now?

[~~With a roll of 5,~~ Ravus is decidedly unhappy when Gladiolus finally drops him onto the bed. Ravus had been so certain of success, Gladio had caught him off guard with his maneuver. Ravus had done a bit of wriggling and kicking for freedom initially, but ultimately, bloodloss and intoxication and height had created a dizzying cocktail, and he'd ended up hanging on so he didn't tumble to the ground.

At least the view was nice. Gladiolus was a presumptuous ass with a sumptuous ass, and Ravus felt the observation was the height of wit. That doesn't mean he's going to be pleased, though.]

Thank you? For man-handling me?

[The wine does a little to sooth his ire, but he's still scowling at the Amicitia.]

[Six give him the patience and ability to handle this man. Gladio takes a sip from his glass and pops a piece of fruit in his mouth before trying to speak.]

Considerin' we've only fucked once and you've made it very clear that you don't want a repeat, I doubt sober-you will appreciate an entire bar watching you drape yourself over me while trying to seduce me with fruit.

[That came out a bit harsher than he intended. He blames his rising sexual frustration for the huffiness of his words and prays to every Astral that Ravus just lets it go and doesn't try to actually engage in anything.

Their first time together was one thing - both of them drunk and angry and just trying to feel something that wasn't pain - but Gladio's sober right now and has no intention of violating Ravus' threadbare trust just because he's horny.]

Enjoy your fruit and wine, Ravus. [He plans on leaving the man to his own devices after finishing his own glass and it shows in the way he remains standing, eyeing the door like it's a lifeline.]

[Ravus sputters at Gladiolus' assessment of his actions. He sits his glass down roughly on the nightstand and jabs his magitek hand in Gladio's direction.]

Do not presume to know what I want, Gladiolus.

[He's peeved both about the erroneous assumption that he has not wanted a repeat performance and the false idea that he was seducing Gladiolus. That was a plot for revenge, damn it!]

If I were seducing you, you'd know it.

[He takes a bite of fruit as he decides whether he should demonstrate or not. For now, he's just ~~pouting~~ glaring at the man.]

[Gladio rolls his eyes, both at his own apparent desire to stick around and observe Ravus in this more playful state and at Ravus' words.]

You were suckin' on the fruit juice from your fingers like you were puttin' on a show and you know it. Especially with how you acted when I tried to get us to leave. [Sober-Ravus will probably be some mix of pissed off and ashamed at that, and Gladio had a sneaking suspicion he'd be the one dealing with the man's anger.]

An' I'm not presuming anything - you'd ask if I was interested in foolin' around but when I went to find you there was no sign of you. Pretty sure that means you're not actually interested in a repeat. Which is fine. [Not really, but he's not planning to push.]

You've got some food now, and you've got your damn wine. I can check on your leg if you want but after that I'm gone.

[Funny how earlier he was ready to walk out and now he's offering to look at Ravus' injured leg. Almost like he's looking for an excuse to stay... and not at all because of that unfairly cute pout painting Ravus' lips.]

Roll up your pants. I'll get some towels and supplies in case it still needs to be bandaged. [Gladio pads off to the bathroom without waiting for a response, returning quickly with some towels and what bandages he could find. Hopefully the wound had been healed enough that it didn't need stitches.]

's not my fault you're so easily wound up. [Yes, maybe Ravus had been a little provocative at the bar, but Gladiolus was an adult, he could control himself.]

And I've not drunk so much I'd forget having propositioned you, so cease your lying.

[They've had some awkward meetings in the house and gardens since that first night, but Ravus has given no such indications before tonight. Gladio's accusations rankle.

He leaves his pants leg as it is. His wound is fine for now, and if Gladiolus wants him unclothed, he'll need a better excuse than that. Ravus isn't going to add any fuel to this fire of supposed seduction attempts.]

[Damnit. Of all the times for Ravus to act petulant.]

Fine, I'm gonna roll up the leg of your pants and check that bite wound. You seriously don't want that to get infected or anythin'.

[As he works the pant-leg, Gladio mulls over how exactly to prove to Ravus that he'd definitely been 'propositioning' him. Too bad his Slate is over on the table or he'd just show Ravus the conclusive evidence.

Oh well, he'll just have to explain it then.]

All the texts you sent me asking if I wanted to fuck. There's a lot of 'em, by the way, so if you wanna see them you better get comfy. Why else would I have been confused every time I saw you?

[Fuck, he walked into that. Gladio knows Ravus is going to make some sort of remark about him being dumb or simple or whatever.

And this stupid shoe is in the way. So he removes Ravus' shoe and sock to completely inspect the bite wound, the area around it, and the foot underneath it. He tries to keep his touch gentle, only poking and prodding where he absolutely must, as causing Ravus additional pain or injury isn't what he's after.]

[Ravus isn't stupid, he at least made sure the wound was clean and wasn't opening bleeding still before he headed to the bar. He shifts his leg, trying to put the sole of his foot into those prodding hands, because a foot rub would be much nicer than a lecture on infectious wounds right about now.

Besides, Gladiolus owes him for the lies and slander he's spreading. He glares openly at him.]

Perhaps wandering about befuddled is your natural state, Gladiolus. I've never done anything of the sort. I message you about grocery lists and gardening, you degenerate!

[The wound, thankfully, isn't that bad. It's pretty clean and looks at least somewhat healed. Gladio wipes the area gently with a dampened cloth before drying it and applying some salve before wrapping Ravus' ankle with some gauze.

It certainly isn't easy with Ravus constantly moving his damn foot, but he manages it nonetheless and finally focuses on responding to the insult he very much opened the door to.]

You definitely have and I'll prove it. [Moving quickly, Gladio rises into a crouch and stretches to grab is Slate off of the table. Returning to where he'd been kneeling, he pulls up their conversation - most of the messages involving some variant of the stupid eggplant emoji.

Oddly enough, when he sits again at Ravus' feet he props the injured foot on his thigh...] Here! [He thrusts the iMog at Ravus.] What th' hell do you call all these messages? Every single one of them is asking if I want to fuck.

[While Ravus looks over their texts, Gladio goes back to poking and prodding the ankle he just wrapped. He can feel how tightened up some of the muscles have gotten and knows that kind of tenseness can have an effect on surrounding muscles and body parts. Like the foot.

So he starts gently massaging the area immediately above the wound, planning to work his way down to the foot. Just to make sure the muscles stay loose.]

Well? Now who's a degenerate, you ass?

[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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[With a grunt of irritation at the aggressive prodding, Gladio continues the massage figuring Ravus must feel some lingering pain. He's worked over the area above the wound as well as the area below it, finally getting to work on Ravus' foot, when the man defines the emogis.

Gladio chokes on the air. Did ... did Ravus really not know?]

Ravus - [He clears his throat.] I don't know who told you that the eggplant emogi means 'gardening' or that the peach one means 'food' ... but you were definitely misinformed.

[With a sigh, he realizes that he'll have to explain what those emogis mean. He knew he should have grabbed a third bottle of wine.]

The eggplant emogi does not mean gardening. At all. There's no emogi for gardening, but I'd think flowers would work better than an eggplant. [A shake of his head. He was getting off track.] The eggplant emogi is used when someone wants to reference a dick. It's emogi slang for cock.

[Not the most eloquent, but it's getting the point across.] And for food, almost anything other than a peach would work. Something like the pasta emogi or a burger one or any kind of cooked food. Because the peach emogi is slang for ass.

[Gladio stops working on Ravus' foot to take a long sip of his glass, practically chugging it until it's pretty much empty. This is a nightmare. One giant miscommunication and he feels like an idiot.]

[Ravus nearly chocks in his wine as Gladio reveals his inadvertent solicitation. His brain shorts out for a moment, and when it comes back online, it is unhelpfully filling in the true meaning of those messages he’d just read.]

...what...?

[He’s gone fully red, and he’s rarely struck speechless like this, so Gladio will see a rare sight. He tries to rally his dignity.]

What sort of degenerate society has shorthand for cock and not gardening? That’s absurd.

[And then there’s the implication that such a crass text worked for Gladio ~~and that this was the reason Ravus’ more subtle hints had been subsequently ignored~~. Sober Ravus might have respected the efficiency of such a system, but Tipsy Ravus is aghast at the death of romance.]

You thought if I wanted you, I would send such a base message? Where is the art in that? That would be entirely devoid of seduction.

[Gladio does take a short moment to appreciate the dumbfounded look on Ravus' face, wishing he could capture that look in a photograph just for posterity, before attempting to respond.

And now that he's drained his glass of wine, he resumes the foot massage. Because there is bound to be some soreness too and all those little muscles and tendons need to be fully worked and relaxed.]

Who even told you those definitions? Almost every person knows about that kind of short-hand.

[Wait, that part doesn't matter. What matters is Ravus being offended at the supposed method of communication but not being offended that Gladio thought he wanted to fuck again.

That part is definitely more important.]

So you're saying that you would try seduction instead of a text, if you were interested in a repeat... [Considering the act in the bar, Gladio wonders what Ravus' attempts at such subtlety might look like. And he's too focused on working out this one, final knot in the man's foot to stop himself from finishing the thought aloud.]

How would I know if you were trying to seduce me? I mean, I thought that your whole fruit-sucking thing was an attempt but you shot that down fast.

...Estoc. I should have known better than to trust her to be helpful.

[The little moogle seems determined to do nothing but attempt to push him closer to his housemates and make his life difficult for her own amusement.

Ravus leans back against the bed and raises an eyebrow at Gladio's next question. Is he seriously asking...? Ravus is currently lying on a hotel bed, flush with wine, having teased the other man and goaded him into massaging his feet. Does he need to strip naked and write the words 'SEDUCTION' onto his skin before Gladio gets the picture?]

Do you think that is how I normally eat? That was flirtation and revenge, you behemoth. You'd think no one has ever lied to you before.

[He reaches for the plate again, still reclining, and plucks a single slice off of the plate. He beckons Gladio to come closer so he can raise the fruit to his lips without having to rise.]

[Gladio has been adamantly refusing to focus on the fact that he's currently massaging a tipsy Ravus (just his foot, but still) because he didn't want to assume anything. The lack of follow through from the texts, which he now knew to be a misunderstanding, had made him hesitant.

But this new knowledge is making it difficult to ignore their current situation.] I knew that was seduction, jackass. Figured it was just the alcohol. [A small shrug of one shoulder.]

And not many people lie to someone with my build. At least, not back home. And here it seems having Paladin activated makes people trust me a bit more so most folks are usually pretty honest with me. I think.

[Gladio's been steadfastly focusing on the foot in his hands, but there's nothing left to massage of it and he's forced to look up. Heat pulses through him when he's beckoned. There's no point in hiding the smoldering desire swirling in his eyes as he shifts closer and parts his lips.]

[It's true that the wine has him relaxed and uninhibited. He presses the fruit slice to Gladio's mouth, letting his fingers brush the against lips before he surrenders the treat.]

Perhaps, this is. [He admits. He's not so bold when sober.] Usually, I press for a fight when I want you. That angry flush suits you, but you've been too blind and clueless to know our scuffles should end with one of us being taken against a wall.

[Sober Ravus is not going to forgive Drunk Ravus for such a bold confession. But that's a concern for the morning. In the pleasant, protective wine-haze, Ravus takes another fruit piece between his fingers. This time, he doesn't stretch his arm out with the offering, luring Gladio closer to himself if the Shield wants another bite.]

(continued here)

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Some Fun While the Sun Shines [Backdated Cast Log]

I. Drinking Together (Again)

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So Gladio may be the one to tell him about the emoji ... oops

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