The gleam died when it was his son that settled beside him, but Clarus wasn't one to launch into a bad mood at the slightest hint of trouble. Actually he somewhat was, but he'd refrain. Regardless of their disagreements, Gladiolus was his son and he loved him. the boy just didn't have the experience Clarus did...
"It is now," he noted as the younger man sat without permission. It didn't bother him, obviously Gladiolus was a stubborn Amicitia, as they all were, and he'd have his moment regardless. Clarus likely would have done the same, though he never dared intrude on his mother when she was in a foul mood. Ah the younger generation...
"Shots?" He repeated, motioning to the wall of alcohol before them.
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"It is now," he noted as the younger man sat without permission. It didn't bother him, obviously Gladiolus was a stubborn Amicitia, as they all were, and he'd have his moment regardless. Clarus likely would have done the same, though he never dared intrude on his mother when she was in a foul mood. Ah the younger generation...
"Shots?" He repeated, motioning to the wall of alcohol before them.