[ That slap immediately causes his shoulders to hitch high, shooting Gladio a particularly withering look for his trouble. Sure, the beer will be a disgusting experience, but it's worth a shot in the dark at his shield having to handle that share of his chores. A lottery ticket purchased and quickly shown to be worthless -- August 30th, of course he wouldn't forget. How many parties have been held that Gladio's been forced to attend? Most of them seen to by Regis only for an hour or so before he's been spirited away, more glorified gift-giving ceremonies than anything else. His car, his sword...
No, all his hopes had been with Gladio not knowing the sign associated with the day, but of course he gets it-- ]
Hah? You're an ass, I'm not-- [ damn it ]
Virgo, Virgo, fine, you got it right. Give me some space...
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No, all his hopes had been with Gladio not knowing the sign associated with the day, but of course he gets it-- ]
Hah? You're an ass, I'm not-- [ damn it ]
Virgo, Virgo, fine, you got it right. Give me some space...