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.

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[piercetheheart]

[It's a burden they both carry but it's somthing they are both aware of, something that they talk about, acknowledge even if they can't change it. It makes it easier to bear, knowing he doesn't have to hide those moments of insecurity. He hopes it's a little easier on Ignis, too, that the advisor knows he can talk to him if he ever has insecurities about what might happen in the future.

Lingering won't help though so Gladio smirks, the smug little huff of breath more than enough to tell Ignis what he's doing. He shifts a little and then presses something into Iggy's hands, soft supple suede driving gloves, fingerless this time, not as warm as the leather he usually wears. It should set him keep as much of his grip as the leather ones do without being hot or restricting his sense of touch as much.]

They're red, like a really dark mahogany kinda color.

[shatteredlenses]

[He is, just as Gladio thinks, immediately suspicious when he hears that huff, but he finds out very quickly his suspicious are unfounded for once. In fact, he's extremely touched when Gladio describes what he's just laid in his hands. The gift is a thoughtful one, especially considering his other set of gloves were ruined by the flowers and his own foolishness.

Ignis' fingers slide lightly over the suede before a wide smile crosses his face and he starts pulling them on, displaying them for the Shield once he's done.]

They feel perfect. What do you think?

[piercetheheart]

[Seeing Ignis smile like that for him only makes him more pleased he'd managed to find them. He'd been looking for decent work gloves to protect his hands while he was doing more of the woodworking but he'd found these instead. It's well worth it if it makes Ignis smile though.

He holds his hands up and Gladio catches his wrist, thumb sliding up into the center of his palm to urge his hand open so he can press light kisses to his fingertips.]

I think the color suits you. [And he clearly enjoys Ignis having full use of his fingertips again if the way he keeps kissing is any indication. And just once, knowing full well Ignis will be upset with him for doing it in public, he does more than kiss. Sliding his lips down over one finger until he touches the warm suede, flicking his tongue over Ignis' fingertip, and then sliding back with a chuckle.]

[shatteredlenses]

[Perhaps it's because of the close call with the flowers or maybe it's just because he's in a good mood, but Ignis doesn't get upset with Gladio for his actions. Instead, he lets out a soft gasp and then tilts his head down in a vain attempt to hide the flush on his cheeks.]

Gladiolus! We're in public. You could at least wait until we are back at the cottage!

[Yeah, he's not angry. Quite the opposite in fact.]

[piercetheheart]

[Gladio grins at the protest, laughing and playful, leaning up to catch Ignis' lips briefly.]

Can't help it, babe. You're just too damn tasty.

[He has absolutely zero shame. Deal with it Igs.]

[shatteredlenses]

[Well, it's a good thing Ignis has enough shame for both of them.

Maybe.]

Do we need to adjourn back to the cottage now? I'd hate for you to go hungry.

[piercetheheart]

[The fact that Ignis teases him back sometimes, and even takes his constant playful suggestiveness and makes actual suggestions out of it still surprises him sometimes. It's enough to have his brows raise and something hot flicker in his gaze. Ignis may not be able to see it but he would recognize the shift in his breathing, that slight hitch, a sharp inhale, the exhale measured and slow.]

Mmm, tragedy. 'm wasting away here.


((OOC: Continuing over here you stalkers. coughStarcough))