[ Way bigger. It's kind of intimidating in a super obnoxious way. But he's not going to say that, because you don't need a bigger head than you already have!!!!!
Noctis takes a heavy inhale to calm himself down, crossing his arms as he looks away. Only because, yeah, he remembers his sister being a sweet kid. ]
[Yyyyup. Like school and a job are mutually exclusive. He's almost definitely still on Daddy Caelum's dime.]
Huh. Okay. I went there too.
[Noctis is only... what, two or three years younger than him? And he's probably never had a job in his life.
Ruminating on this is sort of starting to piss Gladio off, so he just moves on.]
Computer science, though, that's... decent. Not surprising. You planning to run back home once you graduate? I sorta... stayed here. Got a job and an apartment.
[It seemed like the thing to do. He worries about his sister sometimes, since she's still high school age now, but honestly she can take care of herself at this point.]
The plan's for me to take the company over when my old man retires.
[ Said in a rather blase fashion, because it's not an attractive idea to him at all. Not that he's bad at the job. He knows the back end of things rather well, he's done some programming work for his father while he's been here, Gladio, so he totally has a job! Sort of.
The soreness on his back goes away at least. ]
What're you doing for a living out here? Can't say I've seen you at all.
[Oh, hey, Noctis is actually acting engaged in the conversation. Maybe he's not an antisocial asshole after all.]
Guess you can't help what you're born into.
[Gladio's just glad he dodged that bullet. Tech stuff isn't his thing at all. He barely remembers the password he uses for every account he has in the history of his life.
As for his job...]
Uh. I work at a ramen place. In Tisse.
[He rubs the back of his head. It's not exactly a point of pride.]
[ Not an antisocial asshole. Purely antisocial. Get it right.
But, yes, Noctis continues to make a strong effort. Much as he's not a fan of this guy, it's not like Gladio is wrong. they were kids, he was a shitty teenager, and he was a shitty preteen. It wasn't the most glorious of times for them.
Eventually, Noctis is comfortable enough to lean back against the bench they sit on. ]
The ramen place in Tisse? I order out from there almost every night.
[ Eh, this isn't as bad of a conversation as it could be. Noctis relaxes a bit as he leans against the seat, sighing and looking up casually away from Gladio. ]
[ Gah! There it is again. Gladio shoves him and even when he's gentle, it forces Noctis to budge a bit. He makes a face at that, still uncomfortable to a point. ]
He doesn't let me do whatever I want. It's not like I get free handouts.
[Still his dad's money, but also not. Hey, Gladio can actually respect that. But on the other hand...]
You mentioned taking over -- don't just resign yourself to it. It's obvious when you talk about it. Like it's a dreaded obligation. If you're going to do your duty, then do it. If you run off to do your own thing, then he can promote from within. But don't just half ass your career.
[Easy to say when you're a line cook at a ramen shop making barely over minimum wage rather than going into any of the careers your dad wanted you to be interested in. But Gladio hates seeing anyone force themself to do shit they clearly don't want to do. Especially people that are getting the cushy job of CEO handed to them.
It's easy to get sloppy when you're uninterested in what you're doing. Making bowls or takoyaki or whatever? It's fun. It feels good to create something and know someone's enjoying it, even if it's just one dinner at a low cost restaurant. It's fulfilling, and that's why Gladio doesn't get sloppy, even if he thinks he's got to find something else to spend the rest of his life doing.]
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Just Gladio, okay, wait, hang on--
[He moves into Noctis' way and cuts him off.]
You can't just wander off. Do you run away every time someone tries to talk to you?
[I mean, probably. Look at him.]
We should catch up. It's been, what, how many years? I can't believe you're in Recollé too.
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What makes you think I'd want to catch up with you? You're a jerk.
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[See how different Gladio is? He's bigger now.]
Besides, my sister liked you and I never got to see what all the hype was about. We're off to a great start already.
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Noctis takes a heavy inhale to calm himself down, crossing his arms as he looks away. Only because, yeah, he remembers his sister being a sweet kid. ]
Fine. Let's "catch up", Gladio.
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[Gladio claps Noctis on the shoulder and leads him over to a nearby bench.]
What brings you to the city, then? Pretty far from the UK. You got a job?
[Yep. This is happening. Gladio is making small talk.]
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[ That hurt! Noctis is most definitely forced forward a bit by the hit to his back. He's small and fragile, Gladio.
But he swallows his pride and continues, following Gladio and taking a seat. He rubs idly at his back as far as he can reach. ]
School. I'm going to Recolle U for computer science and law full time.
[ Which means daddy dearest is paying for everything. ]
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Huh. Okay. I went there too.
[Noctis is only... what, two or three years younger than him? And he's probably never had a job in his life.
Ruminating on this is sort of starting to piss Gladio off, so he just moves on.]
Computer science, though, that's... decent. Not surprising. You planning to run back home once you graduate? I sorta... stayed here. Got a job and an apartment.
[It seemed like the thing to do. He worries about his sister sometimes, since she's still high school age now, but honestly she can take care of herself at this point.]
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The plan's for me to take the company over when my old man retires.
[ Said in a rather blase fashion, because it's not an attractive idea to him at all. Not that he's bad at the job. He knows the back end of things rather well, he's done some programming work for his father while he's been here, Gladio, so he totally has a job! Sort of.
The soreness on his back goes away at least. ]
What're you doing for a living out here? Can't say I've seen you at all.
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Guess you can't help what you're born into.
[Gladio's just glad he dodged that bullet. Tech stuff isn't his thing at all. He barely remembers the password he uses for every account he has in the history of his life.
As for his job...]
Uh. I work at a ramen place. In Tisse.
[He rubs the back of his head. It's not exactly a point of pride.]
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But, yes, Noctis continues to make a strong effort. Much as he's not a fan of this guy, it's not like Gladio is wrong. they were kids, he was a shitty teenager, and he was a shitty preteen. It wasn't the most glorious of times for them.
Eventually, Noctis is comfortable enough to lean back against the bench they sit on. ]
The ramen place in Tisse? I order out from there almost every night.
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Bad plan. I spit in every third dish.
[A beat.]
Joking. My bowls are perfect. You're welcome.
[While his job isn't a point of pride, he also sort of takes pride in it in a weird way. It's weird. Working in food service is weird.]
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[ Eh, this isn't as bad of a conversation as it could be. Noctis relaxes a bit as he leans against the seat, sighing and looking up casually away from Gladio. ]
Good to know I should stop tipping.
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Don't even joke about that. That tip money's a lifeline to the floor staff. Us back end people? We don't see that money. So don't worry about that.
[He stretches and leans back against his arms in his seat.]
And I know you've got the money to spare. Your old man always let you do whatever you wanted.
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He doesn't let me do whatever I want. It's not like I get free handouts.
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['Cause Gladio would be happy to be proven wrong.]
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I’m doing work for the company off and on while I get my degree. So I can eventually take over when my old man retires.
[ Which he clearly sounds uncomfortable saying. ]
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[Still his dad's money, but also not. Hey, Gladio can actually respect that. But on the other hand...]
You mentioned taking over -- don't just resign yourself to it. It's obvious when you talk about it. Like it's a dreaded obligation. If you're going to do your duty, then do it. If you run off to do your own thing, then he can promote from within. But don't just half ass your career.
[Easy to say when you're a line cook at a ramen shop making barely over minimum wage rather than going into any of the careers your dad wanted you to be interested in. But Gladio hates seeing anyone force themself to do shit they clearly don't want to do. Especially people that are getting the cushy job of CEO handed to them.
It's easy to get sloppy when you're uninterested in what you're doing. Making bowls or takoyaki or whatever? It's fun. It feels good to create something and know someone's enjoying it, even if it's just one dinner at a low cost restaurant. It's fulfilling, and that's why Gladio doesn't get sloppy, even if he thinks he's got to find something else to spend the rest of his life doing.]