[ He'd been told already that it was a fool's errand, but Gladio is stubborn above all else sometimes. Pilfered from an abandoned sand castle dig site, he's carting a bright, plastic bucket (cleverly premolded in the shape of a tower) filled to the brim with cool tap water from one of the beach houses. The plan seems relatively foolproof, then, since even if some of the water spills, as all the other glasses have before, there's likely to be plenty to still spare for Steve while he sweats over the grills.
With a sly grin on his face, then, Gladio approaches the counter and meets a welcome sigh of relief from Steve, already reaching out for the bucket. And then, that unmistakable voice, chipper, excitable, and full of the kind of grating naivety he's actually sort of learned to appreciate over the years. His smirk slips off his face entirely, however, when he watches too late as Prompto takes an eager bite from the skewer. Of course he couldn't be expected to know better or to observe others eating the food first. And of course he would immediately begin upselling the taste to others around him, though the wary look of one of the other guests tells Gladio all he needs to know.
The bucket is all but thrown at Steve in favor of moving quickly—and Steve, for his clumsy part, not only fumbles the catch but manages to spill the water over one of the grills, ruining the next batch of skewers. He laments, loudly, as Gladio pushes through the small crowd around the booth to meet Prompto. But he doesn't say a word of greeting, instead, reaching to pull the skewer from his hand first. ]
barbecue bonanza
With a sly grin on his face, then, Gladio approaches the counter and meets a welcome sigh of relief from Steve, already reaching out for the bucket. And then, that unmistakable voice, chipper, excitable, and full of the kind of grating naivety he's actually sort of learned to appreciate over the years. His smirk slips off his face entirely, however, when he watches too late as Prompto takes an eager bite from the skewer. Of course he couldn't be expected to know better or to observe others eating the food first. And of course he would immediately begin upselling the taste to others around him, though the wary look of one of the other guests tells Gladio all he needs to know.
The bucket is all but thrown at Steve in favor of moving quickly—and Steve, for his clumsy part, not only fumbles the catch but manages to spill the water over one of the grills, ruining the next batch of skewers. He laments, loudly, as Gladio pushes through the small crowd around the booth to meet Prompto. But he doesn't say a word of greeting, instead, reaching to pull the skewer from his hand first. ]
You shouldn't eat that.