[Gladio, please, we're not all you. Noctis looks up at him with a half-assed glare much to this effect; it's too hot to even argue.]
We could stop spending so much time in hot places. [He knows this is impossible, but let him have this mini-whine.] Haven't you ever wondered what it'd be like to never stick to the car seats?
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We could stop spending so much time in hot places. [He knows this is impossible, but let him have this mini-whine.] Haven't you ever wondered what it'd be like to never stick to the car seats?