[ 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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[ 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.]