[It's not hard to find him, not if you know where to look. Follow the sound of humming, the trail of damaged parts to the hangar that was specifically off limits because he didn't trust any of the rookies on the machine. Gladio stopped in the doorway for a moment, shaking his head, dismissing the poor, shaken young man that was certain he was going to get reprimanded for being lax in his guard.
Same old, same old. How many years has he spent trying to kick his king out of the airfield?
He pushes off the door frame, boot falls echoing off the metal walls, giving plenty of warning of his approach. Another echoing sound, this one a soft rumbling clang as he raps his knuckles against the hull of the beast, trying to get the king's attention.]
Y'know, majesty, [Sarcastic, not disrespectful so much as just familiar from so many years working alongside the royal family.] one of these days I'm going to stop lying when your precious advisor starts asking questions.
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Same old, same old. How many years has he spent trying to kick his king out of the airfield?
He pushes off the door frame, boot falls echoing off the metal walls, giving plenty of warning of his approach. Another echoing sound, this one a soft rumbling clang as he raps his knuckles against the hull of the beast, trying to get the king's attention.]
Y'know, majesty, [Sarcastic, not disrespectful so much as just familiar from so many years working alongside the royal family.] one of these days I'm going to stop lying when your precious advisor starts asking questions.