#shieldur

           ‘    in the garbage can, gladio, where they belong.    ‘    he cracks open a can of ebony, the aroma a soothing balm for his soul, unlike the cups of actual plastic that one gladiolus amicitia claimed to be food.     ‘    i don’t understand how you can call that food, gladio.    ‘    he takes a sip of his coffee &. sighs.    ‘   they’re actually in the trunk, but i refuse to see them. we need foods high in protein &. high in other nutrients, not plastic.     ‘

    sometimes i make things. i made this for @armigcr & @shieldur. it’s noct & gladdy’s relationship in a nutshell

1. ignis started taking driving lessons a full year before most of his peers, as stipulated by the king, his uncle &. the shield.  it was also something that he felt like he needed as he figured he would often be driving noctis &. by extension, his friends around. he got his driver’s license on his eighteenth birthday &. his uncle got him a car. the very first person he took for a ride was noctis &. closely followed by noctis &. gladiolus.

    “ i want a rematch, ”  noctis decides. his stomach grumbles in protest,  &  that’s as good an excuse as any to delay another potential blow to his pride. he’s not been sleeping well lately, but that’s not something he feels like bringing up  AT ALL,  never mind in a situation like this.  “ —— but hey, how about we get somethin’ to eat first ? ”