Some Fun While the Sun Shines [Backdated Cast Log]

[immortalmarshal]

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!))

Comments

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

[hashtagdaddy]

[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.]

[sonoftenebrae]

'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.]

[hashtagdaddy]

[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.]

[sonoftenebrae]

[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!

[hashtagdaddy]

[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?

[sonoftenebrae]

[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.]

[hashtagdaddy]

[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.]

[sonoftenebrae]

[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.

[hashtagdaddy]

[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.

[sonoftenebrae]

...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.]

[hashtagdaddy]

[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.]

[sonoftenebrae]

[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.]

[hashtagdaddy]

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