Indeed. A fitting name for one I would deem a god of stories.
[Ah, but if that sheepish laugh isn't familiar. Once Gladio's released his arm, Ignis gives him a gentle punch to the shoulder before moving to pull a folded letter from his jacket pocket. Once unfolded, the water-stained note might look familiar to Gladio. That is, if he can recall a note he wrote and left for someone over ten years ago.]
While you can, in fact, be an arse, I will let it slide this time.
[He settles the note as flat across his leg as he can and then holds the arm with the bracelet over it.]
Put your fingers lightly on the gem, if you would, and then let me know when you're ready.
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[Ah, but if that sheepish laugh isn't familiar. Once Gladio's released his arm, Ignis gives him a gentle punch to the shoulder before moving to pull a folded letter from his jacket pocket. Once unfolded, the water-stained note might look familiar to Gladio. That is, if he can recall a note he wrote and left for someone over ten years ago.]
While you can, in fact, be an arse, I will let it slide this time.
[He settles the note as flat across his leg as he can and then holds the arm with the bracelet over it.]
Put your fingers lightly on the gem, if you would, and then let me know when you're ready.