CLOTHING ADVENTURES

[lightlessfuture]

Who: Anyone! Everyone!
What: Clothes were requested. Clothes are now granted.
When: morning of the 22nd initially
Where: meet me at the room that's literally filled to the brim with clothing in 15 minutes
Warnings: It's just clothes, what could possibly go wrong!
Notes: Everyone gets free clothes whether they participated in the actual request or not. CLOTHES FOR THE ENTIRE ISLAND.


There's a room in the Storyteller's temple; it was once empty, and now it's...not. It is, in fact, full of clothing of all sorts, to the point that it might be slightly difficult to find exactly what you're looking for.

Oh well. It's there now, no takebacks.

Comments

[piercetheheart]

["Why do you care?" It's right there on the tip of his tongue. And he clenches his jaw, swallows back the retort. Being snappy isn't going to get them anywhere and Ardyn has enough sass for both of them.]

Seems like no matter what I do I'm not... going to be dying for my king, like I thought. So I guess I have to stick around.

[If Ardyn remembers anything from their talk about Gilgamesh he should know damn well how much that knowledge hurts. If he wants to believe it, anyway.]

[scourgingstars]

Oh, you poor thing. Perhaps you and Gilgamesh can commiserate over being utter failures in that regard.

[Unfortunately, this time his sympathy was highly limited.]

[piercetheheart]

[Ardyn used CUT

IT IS SUPER EFFECTIVE.]

You-

[Gladio has to visibly restrain himself from lashing out at Ardyn for that one, clenching his jaw and curling his hands into fists at his side. He really has no idea how Ignis can stand this all the time.

For a few long moments he hesitates, torn between wanting to throttle him and doing the responsible thing and walking away.]

[scourgingstars]

Ah, that's better. At least someone has sense enough to hate me around here.

[piercetheheart]

Fucking stop

[Snarled but he doesn't move, no matter how much he wants to deck this smug bastard.]

You want me to hate you because it's the only thing you know how to deal with. Fuck off, Ardyn. Gods, you're like a third grader pulling pigtails.

[Right, so about that walking away thing. He's going to attempt to do that now. It's... not a very big room, though...]

[scourgingstars]

[Sure isn't. It's so small, in fact, that Gladio will probably still be able to hear Ardyn laughing quietly at him.]

[...At least he's not following?]

[piercetheheart]

[NOPE

NOPE NOPENOPENOPENOEP

He's fucking ignoring you, asshole. Except that he's still cringing so you're obviously getting to him. Idk Ardyn how far are you gonna take this?]