I'm sorry?

[Realtalk, you've just put a target on your king’s back. If just the thought of Noctis getting hurt puts Gladio on edge like this, then- like Ignis- the way to hurting him is through Noctis. But Laurent recognises it's not an option to be taken lightly; they'll fucking murder him afterwards, and if the time really comes he'll have to be prepared for that.

For now, he's not interested in playing. Laurent wanders further from Gladio and his kill, pitching his voice enough to be heard as he scans the woods around them.]

It's like he can't sleep unless he's adopted five new charges. Not to mention, at least three people want to fuck him, probably. He's gotten past all of them by not knowing what the word even means.

[Finally, there is a rustle of something in the woods. Laurent goes very still, his eyes trained on that spot-

and then he pulls something bright and glittering from thin air and-

throws-

the THUD is wet, a sound of his spear sinking into flesh. A Centipuppy yelps and is dead. The blonde lets out a satisfied breath.]