[ooc: sjdkhskajh <3 -- If you want to keep going, we can! Otherwise, we can end here. Or we can go to another wolf-time.]
Gladio easily tucks his head around Noctis, huffing quietly as he 'holds' Noctis close, eyes watching towards the door. He is a solid, warm presence there, the scent of blood (mostly) gone from his fur and some of the scent of soap transferring. It doesn't even connect in his mind that he hasn't known this man-child until tonight (or so he believes) or that there should be an oddity in wanting to protect something he just came into contact with, but it doesn't matter.
He'll fall asleep there only when Noctis does, the tiny boy almost hidden curled into his protector.
It will be a very awkward morning, though, when there's a nude Gladio.
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Gladio easily tucks his head around Noctis, huffing quietly as he 'holds' Noctis close, eyes watching towards the door. He is a solid, warm presence there, the scent of blood (mostly) gone from his fur and some of the scent of soap transferring. It doesn't even connect in his mind that he hasn't known this man-child until tonight (or so he believes) or that there should be an oddity in wanting to protect something he just came into contact with, but it doesn't matter.
He'll fall asleep there only when Noctis does, the tiny boy almost hidden curled into his protector.
It will be a very awkward morning, though, when there's a nude Gladio.