( There's something familiar about following after Gladio. It's like walking alongside Endeavor with their difference in heights, the crowd parting easily for him. He follows quietly after him, caught momentarily in a thought that this is almost like home. Only people are flocking to the two of them for pictures or autographs, and there aren't whispers about any of their recent activities. That's probably a good thing, he figures, but a part of him misses the attention in his own way.
But he's more than content with the company he has for the moment. When those drinks are offered, his hands go out for the blackberry drink, cradling it neatly between his hands as his feathers zip out, slipping under a couple of the bottles and anything else that needs to be carried to give Gladio back the use of his hands. It's easy to keep moving forward even with his feathers carting along their drinks, a couple of others even floating forward to nudge a few people out of their path as they go. )
It looks like there's some space over there. ( He lifts one hand, pointing towards what looks to be unoccupied seats. The area around them seems pretty quiet too, accompanied only by a couple people who seem content to simply lounge instead of get caught up in the buzz of energy on the beach.
He glances up towards Gladio expectantly, lifting the drink to take a curious sip. It doesn't taste bad, he muses, but it could be sweeter. The chill of the liquid and the glass it's earns a short, uncomfortable shiver that rolls down his spine and through his wings. But he doesn't say anything or comment on it, instead taking another sip of the drink. Wherever Gladio goes, he moves alongside him, glancing up back up at him every so often. )
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But he's more than content with the company he has for the moment. When those drinks are offered, his hands go out for the blackberry drink, cradling it neatly between his hands as his feathers zip out, slipping under a couple of the bottles and anything else that needs to be carried to give Gladio back the use of his hands. It's easy to keep moving forward even with his feathers carting along their drinks, a couple of others even floating forward to nudge a few people out of their path as they go. )
It looks like there's some space over there. ( He lifts one hand, pointing towards what looks to be unoccupied seats. The area around them seems pretty quiet too, accompanied only by a couple people who seem content to simply lounge instead of get caught up in the buzz of energy on the beach.
He glances up towards Gladio expectantly, lifting the drink to take a curious sip. It doesn't taste bad, he muses, but it could be sweeter. The chill of the liquid and the glass it's earns a short, uncomfortable shiver that rolls down his spine and through his wings. But he doesn't say anything or comment on it, instead taking another sip of the drink. Wherever Gladio goes, he moves alongside him, glancing up back up at him every so often. )