[OOC: Yay. I'll hit it up after I finish tagging the ones I have and take a quick shower.]
Gladio scowled. "Watch who you call scum, asshole," he said. Noctis might not want to set himself up as better than anyone else - but he was still a damned Prince. The least this guy could do was show him a little respect. What difference did a mark on his face make?
He blinked though when Noctis drew a knife. "Huh, that works for you here?" he asked. It hadn't when Gladio tried. Maybe because Noct wasn't there, or at least not close enough to lend Gladio any juice.
"Just go, before you end up with a coupla marks on your face that look more like mine," Gladio told the Dom, gesturing not toward the new mark on his face, but toward the scar.
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Gladio scowled. "Watch who you call scum, asshole," he said. Noctis might not want to set himself up as better than anyone else - but he was still a damned Prince. The least this guy could do was show him a little respect. What difference did a mark on his face make?
He blinked though when Noctis drew a knife. "Huh, that works for you here?" he asked. It hadn't when Gladio tried. Maybe because Noct wasn't there, or at least not close enough to lend Gladio any juice.
"Just go, before you end up with a coupla marks on your face that look more like mine," Gladio told the Dom, gesturing not toward the new mark on his face, but toward the scar.