open rp

[customcup]

Comments

[customcup]

[Gladio had a weird morning.

Between realizing halfway through eating his breakfast burrito that he could really only taste the tortilla and then discovering some weird program that can't be deleted on his phone -- and that's with the Wall software on his device -- he just kind of needs things to be normal for once, thanks. Which is why he's still going to the gym. He's going to punch his cares away. Like any decent human being.

On his way through the gym though, he passes the treadmills and catches sight of someone. A really, really scrawny someone who looks like he could really use the workout. He looks weirdly familiar, is the thing. And, well, going to the gym is as much a social outing as anything, so Gladio thinks nothing of striking up conversation, in a completely normal way.]

You know there are settings other than "grandma's afternoon stroll", right?

[Seriously, is the guy jogging or shambling?

Gladio is lowkey checking the guy out, not because he's checking the guy out, but he's seriously trying to place him. His hands are in his hoodie pockets as he looks the guy over. Gladio, meanwhile, definitely looks way more filled out than he did as a teen. He was never small, exactly, but he didn't start caring about keeping in shape until the tail end of when he knew Noctis.

Though the judgmental tone would definitely be familiar, considering how much he picked on the kid. So he may or may not be jogging some memories himself.]

[mercurio]

how fast should a hedgehog be allowed to run

[amities]

[Being six feet tall tends to have very many advantages. Shelves for example, are never an enemy. Unfortunately during this, one of the rarest moments of his life, Ignis has found himself facing a formidable foe.

Library shelves.

They've never been this tall, have they? Or at least he's never faced one so darn pesky before. For a city he's never heard of, their public library is very well-stocked. He's perused a few sections already and happens to hold at least four other books in the crook of his arm, a novel to bring back to the apartment to read on his free time, a text on pathophysiology, a text on pharmacology for nursing care, and a book on home cooking. There's one more thing he'd like to add to his assortment before he checks them all out.

Now, if only he could reach the darn thing. Ignis takes a step back to set his little pile of books down on the ground, searching around for rolling ladder or a step stool, something to make this a little easier on him, but nothing is in sight. Is it just misplaced, or was it a careless mistake? Regardless, he's really not interested in asking for help. He's not small. ...okay, a bit on the scrawny side, but that's not the point.

With a heavy sigh and an adjustment of his glasses as he glances upward at the top most shelf, just within reach of his fingers, Ignis decides he'll just have to go about this his own way.

And so hopefully no one passes by when he steps forward and reaches up, balancing on his tiptoes to get enough height to latch his knee onto the edge of one of the shelves. It should be just enough to let him get those extra few inches he needs to snag the book he wants and be on his way.]