A little stroll through the past week…

The first couple days, Gladio had been unusually nice to him. Of course he caught a little sand here and there, but his sudden niceties were enough for the whole group to notice. Everyone just assumed he was in a good mood.

After that, some serious behavior changes went on. When they stayed in hotels, Gladio usually shared a bed with Ignis, while Prompto shared with Noctis. But instead, he’d join Prompto, or insist that Prompto come sleep with him. Then there was the borderline tent cuddling, but Prompto didn’t really pay it any mind. They were always shoved in the tent every which way, so he was used to being in some kind of position. Be it spooning with Gladio even-

Then the rest of the week was just beyond Prompto. Damn near puppy love. If hadn’t known any better, he’d say Gladio was openly flirting with him. Not just teasing him when they were with the others, but when they were alone too. Almost like he was testing him…Strange topics of conversation would come up, like Gladio probing him about his love-life and preferences. It was there that Prompto figured he made a mistake by leaving himself “open”, instead of clarifying that all those preferences were aspects he might have been looking for in a girl. But, that’s just how he was. Open.

Finally, when Gladio had his opportunity, he made his move.

“ah, now of all times…” Noctis said with a groan as he put his cell phone back in his pocket.

“Who was that?” Prompto asked looking up to his friend as he finished setting the tent.

“Cid. He’s finished tinkering with one of my weapons and wants me to come get it right now and Cindy wants to see me too. Says she’s got something real nice for the Regalia that she wants to surprise me with.” Noctis wasn’t all that tired, but didn’t want to make the trip all the way back to Hammerhead.

“Oh! I’ll come with y-“ Before Prompto could even get started, Gladio cut him off.

“We should finish setting up camp. Ignis can go with Noctis. He drives most anyway.” Gladio said as he tied down the other end of the tent.

Prompto looked over to him with his jaw dropped in disbelief. He had really wanted to cruise with Noct, and here Gladio was again, being…Whatever it was he had been all week. Prompto would have retorted, but said nothing else, and finished the job at hand.

“A-Alright then! You guys go on. Gladio and I will finish up here. When do you think you’ll be back?” The blonde asked now standing and dusting off his hands.

“We should be back by late evening. All depending on how long the modifications to the Regalia take.” Ignis said with a nod. “Let us be going Noct.”

“Uh, yeah.” Noctis then followed Ignis back out through the trail, going to where he parked the Regalia.

Gladio and Prompto both watched the two leave, like it’s what they were waiting for. And as soon as they were out of sight, it seemed like it was exactly what Gladio was waiting for. He turned around looking to Prompto with a smirk.

“Good, now that they’re gone…” Gladio walked over to the blonde, picking up a knapsack as he did.

“N-Now that they’re gone…?” Prompto’s expression was nervous as Gladio got even closer, taking him by the wrist.

“I found a nice little spot. Let’s go.”

And with that vague and undefined statement, Gladio was pulling Prompto along through the woods…

Now…

Relaying all that, Prompto had come to a horrifying realization of what Gladio’s intentions were building up to.

“Holy Chocobaby.”

Suddenly Gladio’s heavy chuckle snagged Prompto’s attention. “I knew it was a nice spot, but I wasn’t expecting that reaction.”

“H-Huh? What do you- Oh…O h…” Prompto finally realized where he was, and Gladio might as well have dragged him out on a romantic picnic, he thought, as he watched the man roll out the blanket like they were sleeping out there.

“u-Uh, y’know we could’ve just…Laid out back at the camp?” Prompto said inching away from Gladio but steadily towards the stream that was there.

“I know. I just wanted to show you this place. Thought you might wanna take a few pictures.” Gladio said as he laid back on the blanket, eyes closed and hands now resting behind his head.

“Hmm…If romantic setting is your thing, yeah…Wait that’s it!? You just brought me out here to take pictures!? Really?! N-Nothing else?”

Gladio snorted, eyes still closed. “You sound like you were expecting something else.”

Prompto only stood with a totally confused look on his face. No way. After all that stuff he was doing. This is all he dragged him all the out away from camp for. Prompto wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass though, he was definitely going to take a few shots of this place…But he still found it hard to believe Gladio was just going to lay there and get a tan while he snapped photos.  Shaking his head and ignoring the thoughts, Prompto took out his camera, and got to work. He snapped a few shots of the scene with an aesthetic selfie here and there.

Why the heck am I even acting disappointed?

He thought rhetorically. It’s not like he wanted Gladio to make a move on him. Wouldn’t that just be weird? Maybe he was making too much of something out of nothing…

“Lying Behemoth…” Prompto muttered as he took a few pictures of Gladio lying in the sun.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmph…”

With a groan, Prompto plopped down in the grass a few feet away from Gladio. The “lying Behemoth”, just lying there like Prompto wasn’t there. Frustrated, the blonde started spam snapping pictures of him, the camera clicking over and over and over.  After a good minute or two, Gladio realized something wasn’t right and opened an eye and looked over to Prompto.

“What, are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” Prompto countered still spamming photos.

“What?”

“WHAT?”

“What!?”

“Why are you ignoring me!?”

“I’m not! I was letting you take your pictures!”

“And then what?!” Prompto moved the camera even closer to Gladio’s face, snapping away.

“Then—Get that camera out of my face! Then I was going to have a look!”

“You-!” Prompto went to argue again, then stopped. “…You wanna see my pictures?”

“Yeah! It’s not the first time. I just didn’t know you were gonna start losing your shit because I was letting you focus.” Gladio scoffed as he sat up on his side propped on an elbow.

“Oh…You…Wanna see them now?” Prompto’s demeanor went meek, though he was mentally cursing himself for blowing things way out of proportion. Gladio just wanted some pictures. Just pictures. Okay.

“If you’re done being a spaz…”

“…I’m done!” Prompto quickly plopped down on is stomach next to Gladio, and started going through his photos. Half of them he already had names for.

He was so absorbed in presenting his work to Gladio, he had forgotten what he was complaining about only a moment ago.  He appreciated the new nice behavior from Gladio, and would have felt stupid about his assumption. Though he didn’t notice how much Gladio was watching him as much as his pictures.

“Oh! And this is a cute little nest of baby birds! They’re right over in that bush back there! And-“

Prom suddenly paused, his cheeks heating up to dust over a light shade of pink. Gladio had just moved, putting an arm around the smaller males waist, and planted the most feathered of kisses on Prompto’s neck.

“Keep talking, I’m listening…” Gladio insisted, his hand gliding up and down Prompto’s back, as he continued on with the feather kisses to his neck.

Prompto swallowed, feeling stuck. Why wasn’t he resisting? It wasn’t the fact that Gladio was way stronger than him, but there was some other feeling Prompto couldn’t quite explain. Yet, Gladio’s actions more than confirmed that he had brought Prompto out here for r e a s o n s. But a few more reason Prompto might have thought, though his actions were gentle-

“Well if you’re not gonna show anymore…” Gladio gently pushed the blonde over onto his back, now putting himself on top. He chuckled at the little squeak he made.

“N-No, I was going to show more! I-I uhm! I-I-“

Before Prompto could finish, Gladio cut him off with a kiss, firmly pressing their lips together. Prompto’s eyes widened and his pale freckled face was completely flustered. He froze, still feeling Gladio’s lips on his, and not wanting the moment to seem entirely awkward he-

“I gotta tell you something…”

Before Prompto could reciprocate, Gladio had pulled away. “Wh-What?”

“I’m just gonna be blunt…”

“O-Okay…?”

“No bullshitting, just straight to the point.”

“S-Spit it out!”

“I didn’t want our first date to turn out like this…But Ignis and Noct are gonna be gone for a while…So, I wanna fu-“

“Woah, woah, woah! Hold your horses big guy! First date!? Date!? Th-This is a date?!” Prompto exclaimed, hands to Gladio’s chest, as if he could push him away.

“It was supposed to be…Until you started flipping out…”

Prompto then looked off to the side, an ashamed and disappointed look on his face. “Y-You hardly paid me any attention…”

“ ‘Lying Behemoth’” Gladio suddenly said with a smirk.

“What!?”

“I watched you the whole time. That’s all I wanted to do. You’re so damn passionate about taking those pictures, so I wanted you to have a field day out here. Course I knew you’d be too focused on taking the photos than me, so I let you have your fun.”

Prompto was literally going through equations in his head to try and figure out what the hell Gladio was on about…None of them worked. But then he wondered if Gladio was the one actually being ignored… “You wanted to watch me take pictures…”

Gladio gave a huff. “Plan was, for you take your pictures, then sit your little happy ass down to show them to me, then I’d make my move. But instead you lost your shit, and I had to improvise- The hell are you smiling like that for, I’m being serious!”

“You wanted to see my pictures…Not just the stuff I take of us on the road but, what I really do.” Prompto was still smiling like an idiot. Yes, there were the times everyone huddled over to see the pictures he’d taken, but nobody’d ever done anything like this for him. And this kind of thoughtfulness he was receiving from Gladio, of all people, made his heart flutter a bit.

“Y-Yeah and?”

Prompto’s smile suddenly turned into a shitty grin. The blonde reached up pinching both of Gladio’s cheeks. “You sweet Behemoth~!” He cooed.

The ‘sweet Behemoth’, growled, snatching Prompto’s hands away from his face, now pinning them above his head. Prompto suddenly wore that same expression again as he did when Gladio flipped them into this position.

“You gonna let me finish what I was saying?”

“Oh you mean the part about my pictures or the ‘I wanna fuck’ part? Either way I caught it all...” Prompto muttered at the end, now weakly struggling to free his wrists.

“I thought you wanted my ‘attention’?” Gladio smirked, now amused by the dark blush that occupied Prompto’s cheeks.

“You gonna give me some of that attention now…?” Prompto was honestly trying to flirt, now wondering how it was even possible for his cheeks to get any hotter. Probably because everything he was saying didn’t even bother to cross his mind first.

“All kinds of attention.” Gladio said in almost a whisper as he leaned down, and kissed Prompto again.

This time with little hesitation, Prompto finally had the nerve to kiss him back. Prompto would have expected no less from Gladio making it into a hungry kiss as soon he reciprocated. The sudden sign of such passion made Prompto moan into the kiss returning it with just as much. The kiss went on rough and hungry for a minute before turning into hot open mouth kisses that made Prompto moan even more. He shuddered feeling the sudden swipe of Gladio’s tongue over his bottom lip, right before he bit down. He let out a small whine, opening his mouth granting him access, and their tongues lewdly met before their mouths connected.  Their tongues immediately fought for dominance, Prompto feeling at a disadvantage as he was still being held down. And Gladio, wanting what he wanted, squeezed Prompto’s wrists with a groan, almost as if reminding him of his position. Prompto surrendered with a defeated groan and let Gladio have his way. He failed to swallow his moans as the larger man skillfully and slowly explored his mouth. It wasn’t long before he found himself whimpering and tugging for his hands to be free. Gladio obliged and Prompto immediately tangled them in the dark locks, making him moan into the kiss. Just tasting the blonde and feeling him tug at his hair urging him on was enough to get blood flowing straight down South. Shifting around to move his legs between Prompto’s finally, he grinded down into him.

“Guh-!” Prompto gasped, breaking away from the kiss as he did, feeling Gladio’s growing erection now against his own. Gladio chuckled at the sight of the panting blonde.

He then dipped his head down planting kisses on his neck, biting around at the soft flesh desperately. Prompto shuddered, biting back moans as his gripped tightened on Gladio’s hair and his hips rocked back to grind with him. Gladio snaked a hand under his shirt, pushing it up over his chest, and then moved down to mouth at his nipple. Prompto inhaled sharply finding himself arching his back. Gladio kept flicking with his tongue, moving from one to the other as he dropped lower, nipping at his belly button, making Prompto whimper and squirm as he looked down to watch him. Gladio then sat up on his knees, undoing the blondes belt before yanking it away, then his pants and boxers laying them aside. As he did and had went to go back down, Prompto raised up crashing their lips together as he  pushed the sleeves of his jacket down, urging him to take it off. Gladio smirked into the kiss, shrugging off the jacket letting it fall on the ground behind him. The bigger male had then done the same to the blonde, before pushing his shirt up and over his head. Their lips crash together once more, as pale hands glided down the finely chiseled body that was Gladio, and then were shyly ridding of his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. As he did, he curled his fingers into the rim of his boxers and jeans, lazily tugging them down. Gladio helped shrug them the rest of the way off, before gently pushing the blonde back down.

Finally having the blonde out of all his clothes, Gladio could fully take in the sight of the pale freckled body. He licked his lips before grabbing a hold of his hips, and pulling him up to have his legs thrown over his shoulders. Prompto gasped, becoming completely flustered in the new position seeing where it was leading. As he opened his mouth to retort, Gladio dipped his head down, teasing at the pink ring with his tongue. Before long, the only noises from Prompto were stifled moans and whimpers. As he wiggled his tongue down into him, Prompto mewled palming at the blanket underneath him. Then let out a small cry as he felt Gladio’s grip around his half-hardened length, tight, but pumping at a steady pace. Gladio let the noises from the one below urge him, licking around inside him as he jerked him off. Yet, each little noise was making his  erection more and more painful to endure. Pulling away with a ‘slurp’ that made Prompto squeak fro the lewdness, Gladio removed his hand from the panting blondes shaft, and teased around the pink target his tongue just left, with his middle finger. Moving in little circles he slowly worked his finger in with ease, getting rewarded with a moan. He thrust  a few times, before adding a second finger slowly, this time getting a whimper.

Prompto swallowed. “GLadio, thats…” He said in a breathless feeling the slight burn as slowly started to move the two fingers inside of him.

“Just give it a minute…”

Giving a disgruntled groan, Prompto wondered if two fingers started out this comfortable, how would he manage trying to take all of him. The whole time since they had started, Prompto had wondered about the size of Gladio. It was more than evident that there was ‘something’ to expect. Prompto was sure someone somewhere would be happy to see it, but he was on the brinks of: ‘It won’t fit.’ During all his worried thinking, he’d distracted himself from the pain of the fingers, and found himself letting a moan.

“Okay?” Gladio asked.

“S-so okay.”

And with that, Prompto felt Gladio’s fingers moving in and out of him in a quicker pace. Still in the position with his legs over his shoulders,  he found it even more embarrassing actually able to see what Gladio was doing to him, and that the larger males eyes were seton him. He quickly glanced way, before trembling as a high-pitched moan escaped. His eyes widened a little at the sudden feeling of something GLadio had reached. Then again as his fingers were noe rubbing in small circles at his prostate. Squirmng around and whimpering, Prompto failed to keep the noise in, and his body jerked as he keened high in his throat.

“Gladio~!” He threw the back of his hand over his mouth.

But the moans from him were still more than heard. Seeing now that Prompto was fully enjoying the attention, he began scissoring his fingers while thrusting them, getting him properly stretched and prepared.  All of his moans were coming out high-pitched and Gladio could only wonder at the moment what they’d sound like once he was finally inside of him. After another minute or two, and becoming impatient, ready to hear more from the blonde, Gladio removed his fingers and lifted Prompto’s legs off his shoulders, and scooted back a little as he set them back down on either side of him. Prompto twitched, panting heavy as he raised his knees. He was completely wrecked by just those fingers, now eager for more instead nervous like he was in the beginning.  Knowingly, he spread his legs a little more, knees out, giving Gladio full access. The sight itself was enough to make Gladio blush even, seeing Prompto practically asking for it. His cheeks flustered, eyes glossed and panting hot. His body made it more than clear that he wanted more.

“G-Gladio, please…” Prompto begged, already gripping at the blanket under them.  

Wasting no more time, Gladio gently took a hold of the blondes hips, and aligned himself. He watched him closely as he then slowly pressed himself inside. He looked on in surprise as the blonde only moaned high and desperate in pleasure as his head lolled to the side.

“Good?”

“Mhm~” Prompto nodded.

And with that, Gladio gave a few testing thrusts and watched as Prompto bit his lip and his back arched. He gripped the blanket tightly, now feeling Gladio long and deep. The pleasure he was feeling was amazing, and he was glad the only pain that came, were from Gladio’s fingers. As Gladio watched the blonde, a thought probably shouldn’t have, crossed his mind.

Seeing the pale, freckled, panting and flustered boy under him, Gladio couldn’t help himself. The camera laying there right next him like that was practically begging him to get pictures of such a rare sight. He gave the blonde a few more slow teasing thrusts as reached over and grabbed the camera. After hearing the first click, Prompto opened his eyes quickly, very familiar with the sound.

“G-Gladio!? N-No, don’t do that…” Prompto weakly reached out for the camera, failing to get a hold of it as he felt something inside of him rubbed the right way.

“You have no idea how good these are. These pictures might just be your best one’s yet~” The man teased.

“Ahh~, please Gladio, stop~!” He whimpered, covering his face with an arm over his eyes. “S-Someone will see…G-Gladio they’ll see!” He cried out in a long mewl, as Gladio’s thrusts became more vigorous.

Gladio ignored the blonde’s pleas, and snapped his pictures of the lewd young man under him.

“Then look at the camera for me, just once.” Gladio’s voice was quiet.

Prompto would’ve admitted, his little camera kink was fun, but he never thought he’d be the one in front of the lens…But he obliged with Gladio’s request and hesitantly looked up, directly into the camera, watching the small flash as he took the picture. After he took the picture, Prompto quickly snatched the camera away, and laid it aside.

“Focus on me with your body, and not the lens.” Prompto moaned, as he hooked his legs around Gladio’s waist.

Gladio then obliged, taking a hold of his hips and beginning to rock inside Prompto again. The blonde opened his mouth, but only for moans to spill out as he felt Gladio deep inside, only pulling slightly out. But yet, he managed to moan out Gladio’s name more than once and the larger man’s heart soared. HE spread the younger’s legs now picking up the pace, letting gout a soft exhale feeling the walls tighten up around him. HE looked down at the wanton blonde, watching how his body reacted with each snap of his hips. Leaning down and sealing Prompto’s lips in a strong kiss, he lost himself in the tightness around his length. Prompto whined into kiss, tearing up as he rocked back into Gladio eagerly. He absentmindedly squeezed his thighs around Gladio and pulled him tighter against him, Gladio now barely pulling out and piercing him with sharp, shallow thrusts. Then with just a shift of his hips, he had found his prostate again, knowingly sending Prompto into a state of euphoria. Coming close and ready to send the blonde over the edge, Gladio took a hold of the blonde’s shaft, jerking him in quicker time than his thrusts.

The intense feeling of too much had laced up through is abdomen, stringing his muscles tight, as Gladio fisted his dick at a frantic pace. He was hardly aware of the loud sobs that were coming from him that would’ve originally embarrassed him. The intense pleasure left him hovering over the edge, until Gladio became impossibly faster, punching through the tightness. With that, Prompto came with a pained yelp ripping through his throat. Gladio came right behind him letting out a vulgar groan as he spilled inside him, his thrusts evening out into a gentle grind. Prompto still sobbed quietly, still overwhelmed. His vision was a blur and hearing slowly making its way back to him.

“You ok?” Gladio asked with a heavy pant, now looking down into the completely wrecked blonde.

“I…That was...Best I ever…” Prompto said in between tired sobs. Gladio smiled at him, and wrapped his arms around his waist, before lifting him up to straddle his lap. Prompto failed returning the smile due to wincing from the sudden movement.

He hugged the blonde close to him, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Prompto returned it tiredly.

“W-We should head back now…Yeah?”

“Ignis and Noct won’t be back for a while…We could-“

“Are you trying to KILL me?!” Prompto whined. He could tell by the tone in Gladio’s voice that he was suggesting a round two.

Gladio gave a hearty chuckle. “Alright. I’ll take you back to camp, let you get some rest.”

“Thank you…” Prompto huffed. “But definitely next time.” Prompto smiled. “O-On one condition though…” Prompto bit his lip.

“What, if I still respect in the morning?” Gladio mocked the typical cliché of such situations sometimes.

“No. That you’ll…Just be doing it with me?” Prompto continued shyly, that feeling comng back again where just wanted to shrink and disappear.

“Hell no. This is exclusive.” Gladio reassured him seriously.

With another tired smile, Prompto gave the man another tired kiss. “Okay…Now carry me back Mr. Exclusive. I don’t think I’ll be walking for a while.”

Sure enough later that evening, Ignis and Noctis had returned and Prompto was as sore as they come. But that didn’t stop him from being him of course. Although Ignis was suspicious of his sudden soreness. Gladio quickly came up with excuse that they were training a little bit while the two of them were out. Ignis took it, and started preparing dinner. Though as they all sat down to eat once he was finished, the topic of Gladio and Prompto came back up again…

“So Gladio…” Ignis started. “I notice you’ve been giving Prompto a lot of attention lately. What-“

“All kinds of attention- WAGH!”

As Prompto had started to low-key gloat, Gladio casually reached over and yanked the chair forward, making him fall back out of it. The blonde now on the ground groaning and muttering curses. Ignis and Noct just looked at him.

“Yeah, I have.” Gladio said plainly, giving Ignis a look of: ‘And? What of it?’

“Nevermind then.” Ignis paid the subject no more attention at the moment, and the rest of them finished up their supper.

END

I also decided to finish up the story with a little quirky fanart called, “The Next Morning” Y e e my cheap art- XD:

It was an accident.  At first.  Kind of.  Looked back upon with realizations and fondness, but not something any of them were aware of at the time.

Noctis had called and suggested meeting up at the diner a little off the beaten path of any main streets for a late lunch/early dinner sort of thing, well within walking distance for him even on "one of those days".  Prompto was already stressed and tired from studying, having mostly lost track of what day it was over the long weekend, accepting the invitation immediately because diner food solved everything for very short periods of time.  He totally needed to cling on to that very period of time with every ounce of strength and hope he had left in him.  And also maybe a grilled cheese or five.  Okay, four.  He was sure he could allow himself four.  Or maybe a burger.

They hadn't even had the chance to look at their menus before Ignis strolled in the door, looking both enormously out of place and completely unaffected by his out-of-place-ness.  Noctis had questioned why he was there, getting a lightly judgmental look before Ignis slid into the booth next to the prince.  He ordered coffee even before the waitress fully acknowledged his presence.  Ebony, of course.  Noctis did convince him to get some "actual food", but he took one extended look at the menu (every page, back and front) and ultimately got something with grilled chicken and steamed broccoli, which immediately lead to a discussion about the "real diner experience" being missed out on.  As per usual, Ignis did not budge from his choice, but did rather suspiciously type something on his phone before secreting the device away.

Gladio showed up about five minutes later, as they should have known he would, announcing his presence with a tap on the glass and a stern look which startled Prompto.  At least, until Noctis had rolled his eyes, then the Shield-to-be revealed a small but victorious grin before entering.  Inviting himself to sit beside Prompto, he didn't hesitate before ordering a double cheese burger, and ultimately that was what the rest of their booth went with (Prompto ordering the version with jalapenos and pepper jack cheese, while Noct specifically requested no vegetables despite Ignis' sigh).

It most certainly wasn't set up like any date any of them had ever known; they'd all just shown up for the prince, either by invitation or by assumed duty.  There was an odd "rightness" to the way the rest of the diner seemed to disappear, however, whatever tension and stiffness which had been in Noctis' shoulders when the other two showed up utterly falling away after Ignis had chosen to stick to somewhat mundane subjects, and Gladio himself to ridiculously boring ones in regards to his "not romance novels", which even Specs ever so lightly scoffed about even if he continued to deny it.  All of that got Prompto to laugh even though he tried to hold himself back, and that in itself got Noctis to loosen up more and chuckle a little, all of them momentarily shedding duty and expectation the moment the four of them got to talking about waiting for the next update to King's Knight and the hopes for new weapons.

It probably should have been awkward, if not intimidating.   Noctis probably should have minded that they were being chaperoned or whatever.   Bit it was... it was really...

"This is kinda nice."  Prompto admitted, almost too quietly to hear himself.  It was a little embarrassing to admit out loud for whatever reason.  For probably a lot of reasons and he wasn't sure which ones he was just imagining.  Yeah, he kinda wished he was sitting next to Noctis instead, but--

When he felt the prince's foot brush against his pant leg, that secretive little quirk of a smile on Noctis' lips, it was all okay.

"Bet a skinny kid like you can't eat a whole burger anyway."   Gladio teased, prodding Prompto surprisingly gently in the side.

The blond squeaked indignantly and swatted at that hand.  "Not everyone's made of mountain and needing tons of fuel like you are."

"I'm the one using up 'tons of fuel'."  Noctis didn't quite protest.

"Yeah, because you cheat during spars with all that warping."  Gladiolus didn't miss his opportunity to respond, getting a huff and "Whatever" from the prince.

What Ignis did not say was that it took an enormous amount of calories to keep up with all of his official duties, let alone the others he'd taken on, but it was implied enough in the silence broken mercifully by their waitress returning with food to a chorus of thanks and praise for how everything looked and smelled.  Along with a request for a coffee refill.

And it was good.  Classic diner fare; maybe not much to look at, but the portions were plentiful and the food was delicious.  Even if Noctis did have to remove pickles stuck to the top of his bun.