In which FFXV's chocobros continue to be a cautionary tale in uselessness by following a random creepy dude they just met into the wild.
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Noctis: I'm hot. Gladio: Take your shirt off, then. Noctis: Like you? No. Gladio: You're just jealous of my abs. Noctis: [angry muttering]
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LITERALLY THIS IS A CONVERSATION THAT HAPPENS NOT TEN MINUTES BEFORE THEY ALL START SAYING NOCTIS HAS LET HIMSELF GO & NEEDS TO GET HOTTER
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