why do i feel like every log he does is gonna have something to do with food

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Who: gladio + you!
Where: main street & a dumpster near the end of main street
When: 8th, noon & 10th, almost midnight
What: looking for very different but very important things
Warnings: none idk

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THE 8TH, NOON (A BAKERY ON MAIN STREET)

❰ if anyone looks completely and totally out of place in a cute little bakery, it's gladio. 6'6" not counting his unruly hair, tattooed to the nines, and looking entirely unconvincing in his attempt to browse like he knows what the hell he's after.

he's made a couple of laps around the store before he lets out a resigned exhale, turns to the nearest person who looks even remotely confident in what they're doing, and says: ❱

Need a cake. Got any recommendations? ❰ he lifts a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. ❱ The guy's a chef, so I feel like plain old chocolate or vanilla's not gonna cut it.

THE 10TH, MIDNIGHT (IN A DUMPSTER)

❰ anyone within a block of the end of main street late this evening will hear... well. a disturbance. following the sound to the source reveals gladio. top half entirely immersed in a dumpster, digging urgently through the bags and cursing occasionally.

maybe he... lost something?? ❱

Comments

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❰ ...what the hell? you shouldn't just ignore people, man. it's kinda rude. ❱

Hey. ❰ again, no reaction. underneath his flicker of irritation, gladio can't help but wonder - is this guy okay? it seems a lot like he's zoning out into the maple bars.

so, with a grudging sigh in the back of his throat that he even has to do this, gladio reaches out a hand to set it briefly on the guy's shoulder. ❱ You good?