oh dear god

[unweaving]

Lady A's Christmas Chaos!!!

Saving the world from assholes dressed like a sofa is hard work, and even heroes need to let loose. What better time than the festive season? So what if you're in a world where Christianity isn't a thing! It's time to don your ugliest Christmas sweater, put on your dancing shoes, and tell those around you just how much you love tolerate them. Dance, sing, bone down on the couch, get so drunk on eggnog you puke on the carpet -- Aranea doesn't care, she's way too smart to do his in her own damn house! GET TO PARTYING.

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[somnolentus]

... I'm not a cat.

[ and he's wrinkling his nose at the mere suggestion!! ]

[noodledream]

Didn't say you were, but I figured you'd be more offended by the suggestion of a leash.

[somnolentus]

[ that earns gladio a Look. ]

Try to put a leash on me, and I'm strangling you with it once you pass out for the night.

[noodledream]

Wouldn't that require you to stay awake longer than me?

[ Gladio's grin is smug as he stays leaned over the Prince, content with where he's got him. And he has time to take advantage of that still, he's in no rush. Noct still hasn't noticed, after all. ]

[somnolentus]

Like that's hard.

[ nudging gladio slightly with an elbow. ] All Ignis has to do is give you a double heaping of Behemoth steaks, and you start snoring beside the campfire.