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Sentinels and Guides Shipping Meme
A Sentinel!AU Meme

There are special people in the world: Sentinels--whose five senses are incredibly enhanced, sometimes to the point of overwhelming and who can easily lose themselves in fugue states--and Guides, the empaths with the ability to ground a Sentinel and focus them. Meant to be the protectors of the Guides, for every Sentinel there exists a guide that is their perfect match. In some universes, when matches are made, a Sentinel and Guide form a soulbond to fill the feeling of emptiness.

How easy was it for you to find yours? How are Sentinels and Guides treated in your universe? Or maybe you're one of the normal, unremarkable people. Do you fear Sentinels and Guides? Despise them?

Rules
1) Post with your character/canon in the subject header.
2a) Choose whether your character is a Sentinel or a Guide
or
2b) If you don't know or don't care, just leave it blank!
3) Information about Sentinels and Guides can be found here and here. Information on 'The Sentinel' which this meme comes from can be found here.

4) All the tagging! Have fun 8D

Prompts
oo1. The Meeting:
How did you meet? Was it at an event organized specifically for finding your other half? By accident? Did you follow a mystical calling to them? Some other way?

oo2. The Bonding:
Do Sentinels and Guides in your universe soulbond? How does it go down? Is there a ceremony or do you just retreat to the bedroom?

oo3. Rejection:
Sometimes Sentinels or Guides propose a match but it's just not perfect. You don't feel the pull or maybe you think there is someone better or maybe you're already claimed. Maybe you were claimed and someone better came along?

oo4. Protection:
Sentinels are meant to protect Guides, any Guides, but it's even worse when they feel their Guide is in danger. They go feral; blind to anything but stopping and killing whoever threatened their Guide or the bond. Maybe someone attacked your Guide or you haven't bonded yet and you feel threatened or maybe you're the one doing the threatening. Whatever the reason, Sentinels in a feral state are dangerous and only their Guides can stop them.

oo5. Lost:
Sentinels often lose themselves in their senses. Either you're a Sentinel who has lost themselves or a Guide that has stumbled on one or a friend trying to draw them out. Unbonded Sentinels will find it hard to escape without a Guide. Or maybe you're bonded already which means you just need yours to come home.

006. Persecution:
Sometimes normal people or the government fear the power of Guides and Sentinels. Guides are empaths, feeling the emotions and sometimes passing thoughts of others and it can make people feel violated. Sentinels often have enhanced strength, which can make them dangerous. So they scorn them, hurt them or in the case of governments, regulate them.

oo7. Death:
Unbonded Sentinels and Guides eventually lose themselves to the empty cavern inside them. Torn apart from the inside by the feeling of something missing. Breaking the soulbond of a Sentinel and Guide is agonizing and horrifying, leading quickly to death for the remaining partner.

oo8. Old-School:
Guides used to be treated on the same level as slaves. Unable to work unless their Sentinel said. Not allowed out on their own. They used to wear collars and couldn't own land or inherit money. Maybe the old ways haven't completely fallen out of style.

oo9. Unbonded:
Nothing is worse than being an unbonded Guide or Sentinel. Always looking for your other half to fill that empty feeling but you probably have friends that aren't your match or who are trying to set you up with someone. Maybe you're skeptical about the whole love at first sight thing and haven't been looking.

o10. Wildcard: Some mish-mash of the above or anything else you can come up with!

Image from weheartit / original meme by

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The 'lady' comment gets a sharp, short bark of laughter. Oh, Gladio might find himself paying for that when his lady orders Gladio onto his knees to suck him off... or maybe to bugger him. But John can bide his time on those and wait for when the Sentinel is least expecting it. And also for when they're a little more familiar with each other. Gladio had seemed keen on part of those ideas... and then turned around and thrown John down on the bed.

He's a little in awe of the bathroom, so any actual indignation falls by the wayside as he looks around. God, he does not belong here.

"Hmm? Well, I've always liked biology, and I knew I wanted to do something to help people." He likes to think that's just him and not his nature as a Guide rearing its head. Harry ended up breaking her leg bad when she was about sixteen doing something stupid. I got her to A&E and it was just... cool watching the doctor's there. It was like a dance the way they worked the emergency room.

"I applied for med school after that. Watching my first surgery, I knew what I wanted for my specialty."

John steps into the shower. "Is this what you always wanted to do, or did you ever think about going another direction?"

Edited 2017-04-13 19:28 (UTC)

There would be a lot Gladio would think when John has him in the position he wants, mostly a lot of confusion about how much he wants it when everyone and everything in his life has told him that it's exactly the position he isn't supposed to be in. And it's not as if there isn't a part of him that deeply enjoys being able to throw John on the bed or the idea of taking him until he unravels.

"Good to know you like watching us bleed," he says with a chuckle, but John's question just gets a shrug. "This is what I was born to do. I like my job. They're my friends. Get to travel the world, got it good. What more could I ask for-" He pauses, grins. "Well, now I've got the Guide I always thought I'd get."

"Well, you're easy to please. Think I can manage this." He laughs quietly and... isn't actually sure which buttons to press to turn on the water. John hesitates, the sense of being more than a little overwhelmed clawing its way back in. He'd managed to shove it down in the loo at his bedsit. It's been lying in wait for a while. What is he doing here?

The Guide takes a deep breath and turns around to face Gladio, trying to force the sense of unease back down as he turns toward his Sentinel and flashes a smile, consciously sending out pheromones to make himself seem more confident and draw the other man in. John puts his back against one side of the shower and makes a 'come hither' gesture. He's not going to be able to mask everything, but he hopes he can mask this.

"Get it going, then. And let me see your backside again while you're doing it. Not a bad view. So, I do have to ask... exactly how much can you bench press?"

With Gladio so unused to a Guide affecting him like this, normally he can tell when someone is trying to get into his head but John has an in none of the had ever had before, there's only a momentary pause in his step, a pinch of his brows, before John's skilled abilities soothe over that worry. Gladio's teasing smirk returned and he came over to the shower, getting it going without any effort, at that perfect set temperature.

"I work hard to keep this view 'not bad'." Gladio has no issue in making sure John gets a fantastic shot of said view before answering his question.

"My best so far has been a little over six hundred and fifty pounds."

[ooc: alright so this number might be total bullshit, but after some googling around, given him hoisting around those columns in Episode Gladio, and the 'elite' category of a 310 strong man being able to bench 508 pounds...? I dunno. This is what I'm going with.]

"Bloody hell." John gives an appreciative whistle. He can manage around 140 lbs... or he could before going into hospital. That's dropped off now, and he'd have to build himself back up. The idea that Gladio can lift close to five times John's personal best is mad. Hot, but also mad. "Remind me not to get into a lifting contest with you."

While Gladio's turned, the Guide decides to take advantage of that view and move in behind him, wrapping his arms around the Sentinel's waist from behind and resting his head against his back. John closes his eyes briefly when the water comes on, somewhat mystified at it being the precise temperature it should be instead of having to work it to the right setting. This position isn't terribly conducive to actually getting cleaned up, so he pulls back a little after a moment, but it's only to settle his hands on Gladio's hips.

"Hand me the soap. I'll take care of you." John's voice is lower, and the confidence is more genuine as he falls back into the moment. Getting to run his hands all over his Sentinel is a very appealing prospect. He'll need to change that bandage when they get out, as well.

Gladio looks over his shoulder and winks. "Most people don't try." He's solid muscle, with very little body fat. The solid, strong core of a man who is truly strong, not just wants to look impressive. The wings of the eagle tattooed into his skin, which now John can see sprawls the width of his back all the way to his waist line, curling around both arms, is somehow twice as impressive with so much space to spread across.

The hug from behind makes him still, but his hands come down to John's arms around him, smoothing his palms slowly across the skin before he can pull away. His Guide. He barely knows this man, but it feels so damn natural already. There's a brief hesitation, the idea in his mind that Sentinels are supposed to take care of their Guides, not the other way around, but the hesitation is short. He snags the soap (something American, not the hotel soap, smells strong and fresh) and offers the bar over, but it comes with a 'price'. "Only if I get to do the same." With a bit of heat to his voice. He wants to feel the other under his hands, not in a sexual way, but... to touch. Their scents vanish slowly under the water, but there's more to it than that.

John doesn't mind the smell, whatever it is, but the brand isn't something he's familiar with. He takes it and reaches for a nearby washcloth to wrap the bar around and lather up. At Gladio's condition, the doctor chuckles. "You drive a hard bargain, mate. What if I said 'no' and had my way with you, anyway?" His wicked, soaping way.

But the heat in Gladio's voice is more than enough to win him over to the idea. John isn't above teasing, though. And when he'd done that on the bed it had led to a rather exciting response from the Sentinel. Again, the thought occurs that he shouldn't be pressing a Sentinel's buttons quite this much, but what better way to feel things out? It might end up offending Gladio, but John's fairly certain he can bring the man around again with a little soothing.

"That's quite a threat, little Guide. Wonder if I should be worried." His tone is playful at least, leaning forward with his forehead braced on a forearm against the shower wall so John has free access to all of him and he can relax a little as well.

Is he imagining that he can sense John behind him? Is the Bond already that subtle when it's this new? Almost like another sense, a string that he could pull on or follow back to the other man. With the water running, the bright scent of the soap, he can no longer smell John but it isn't quite as overwhelming to replace as it was before. Is that purely because of their hormonal rutting minutes ago?

"...Got a question for you." There's a moment of pause to his voice, as if he isn't sure how this will come across. "You said I was your first Sentinel... but you've Guided other Sentinels in the past. Did you feel a connection to them?"

There's something inside that both bristles and preens at being called 'little Guide.' John has certainly been called worse, and he knows full well that it isn't meant as an insult anymore than 'lady' had been. "Maybe you should be," he teases back as he reaches down very briefly to grope Gladio. "Think I've got you in a compromising position at the mo."

John leaves off of that after offering a kiss between Gladio's shoulder blades. The Guide sets the bar of soap aside and begins at the top, shifting his hair aside to massage the Sentinel's neck through the washcloth. There's certainly a connection John can feel, something stronger than the usual empathic link he's felt around other Sentinels.

Gladio's question has him quiet for a moment, debating how honest to be. He doesn't particularly want to make the other man jealous. But honesty is probably the best policy here. It's not like anything happened with James. "Just one. He was my first commander in Afghanistan." Gladio might be able to almost hear the wry smile in John's tone. "Accidentally outted myself as a Guide to him, and that's when everything sort of changed over there for me and my unit. Didn't have to hide completely anymore.

"He'd already had a Guide and lost her, though. It wasn't gonna happen between us. Regs about fraternizing with subordinates, for one thing. Him not really wanting to go through losing another Guide. Me not particularly wanting to be Bonded to someone out there when something like what did happen, happened. If I'd been shot and actually been Bonded to any of the Sentinels in my unit? That mission might have ended worse than it did.

"Major Sholto and I talked about the situation and we came to an agreement about what my role would be under his command. And that was that." He moves the washcloth to rub across Gladio's shoulders. "No one else caught my attention, particularly... until you." Maybe that's a little cheesy, but as things go.

Edited (a billion typos later) 2017-04-14 22:27 (UTC)

The grope pulls a hiss from Gladio and his hips move into John's hand, not afraid despite the 'threat' but more disappointed in the loss of that hand as he groans quietly. Cruel, his Guide, so cruel. Still, the feeling of John's hands on him puts away any real disappointment and he let his body relax with them, just enjoying the simple feeling of the physical connection between them. He is certain that with every passing second, there's something more there, something he knows has to be the Bond logically but it is so alien and so familiar he doesn't quite know what to do with it, only the knowledge he wants more of it.

Despite John's thoughts, there really isn't a jealousy. There's a lot of time he hadn't been around in John's life. John's... he thinks about it, debating how old he thinks the man is. Forties, is his guess. ...Shit. John could easily be two decades older than him. There's a distinct confusing mix of feelings there of wanting to protect John, to care for him, and the respect he knew automatically give to those older than him, in particular the ones with greater time in combat.

(Maybe it's part of why there's a part of him that is enjoying John's heavier hand on him.)

"I'm glad it worked out, in the end. Sounds like a good man, if he managed to make such an odd situation work." He grunts, flexing his shoulders slightly under John's washing. "I haven't really worked with Guides, much. I've got a pretty decent handle, normally, on the Rages. Once Prompto became a part of our group, it just sort of happened naturally." He pauses, then looks over his shoulder towards John.

"Think you two should have a good talk. ...He needs someone like you."

"He's one of the best men I've ever known." The response is immediate, and there's clear respect in the Guide's tone. Nothing sycophantic, but the admiration of a subordinate for a commander... and a friend. "You wouldn't know it reading the papers, though." John works his way down Gladio's back in slow, massaging circles. "He led a group of crows into battle--standard procedure, break the new boys in. Routine night scouting mission. There was a roadside bomb in an area they thought they'd cleared the day before... and an attack by daemons. He was the only one who made it out alive. Lives off in the country somewhere now, does a little daemon-hunting. Gets a lot of death threats from anti-war people who blame him. He doesn't deserve it."

John's continuing his downward trajectory, edging closer to Gladio's arse. "Glad to hear you can mostly handle yourself. If that Rage in the clinic is a taste of what happens when you're out of control, I think I should be able to handle it once the Bond's settled." It's settling at the moment, but there's still the pang inside of him that says he doesn't want to be anywhere out of this man's sight or more than a few feet away, even when that's ridiculous and clingy in a way he's never felt before.

"Tell me about Prompto. You said he's enthusiastic, a talker. Seems like it. What does he actually need help with? I can try to focus."

"Doesn't deserve the shit he gets," Gladio says with a rumble of distaste. He respects the men of the military deeply, people who understand combat. They may have different places, but he can understand some of their mindset in a way that civilians can't. He's been on the front lines against daemons, lived through some of that terror. (Perhaps a piece of the reason he keeps finding himself deferring to his Guide, even though everything in society tells him he shouldn't.) "Daemons don't fuck around. They don't care who or what you are."

Muscle flexes under John's hands as he moves further south, his slow breath out a sign that he's not going to carry the anger in his voice for more than those few seconds under John's attempts to feel along his skin. "Guess we'll have to see." He isn't about to say that Ignis and Prompto combined couldn't handle him at the bar when someone had threatened Noct, another Sentinel or not, but since then he can't remember another true Rage. Oh, there's the thrill of combat, the pull of anger in a fight that makes him angry and snap, but nothing like the utter loss of himself in a true Rage.

Prompto, huh? He tries to think about it, but answers honestly. "Probably better to ask Noct about it, but from what I've seen? He had no idea he was a Guide until he met Noct, and caused a hell of a storm about it. Everyone thought Noct'd end up with someone else." Oh how they worked to keep that under wraps from the media. Not really his story to tell, though. "Kid's not exactly scared of his own shadow, he's got a lot of guts when he puts his mind to it, but he's got so little idea of what the hell he's doing half the time. Works all on instinct but sometimes I think he's got precious lack of it. In the end though? It's hard to fault him. You'll rarely find someone who you feel more at ease around. You'll see if you get to talk to him for a bit. Not sure if it's a natural instinct as a Guide or not but he's able to make friends with damn near anyone. Other Guides, Sentinels... everyone. Problem is he ends up shying away from anyone's Rage, Noct's included. Not sure if it's a lack of skill or his personality or what."

"Mm... sounds like it might be a confidence issue if he came into his powers and was Bonded immediately during that. It's overwhelming enough when you're dealing with one of those things, let alone both." As John can now attest to. "Dunno how Noct is, but if he was anything like you, that's a lot to try to push back against to maintain any kind of control or... sense of self." He reaches Gladio's arse and starts all but kneeding them with his hands. At least one of them still has the washcloth as a pretense of this being to clean up.

"It's easy to get lost in a Sentinel's scent if they're a strong one." John licks a stripe up Gladio's back along his spine and nuzzles between his shoulder blades again for good measure, just rubbing his cheek across the other man's skin. It's going to get washed away, but the urge to both scent and be scented is still strong.

Abruptly, the Guide pulls back and pushes down his instincts again, shifting to run the washcloth down between Gladio's thighs. "And if that happens the first time, you might not figure out the defenses you need to deal with it. I can talk him through a few things I've figured out."

"Noct's..." How in the hells do you explain Noct? "Kid's got it in him to be everything his father is but if he doesn't get some focus in his life, he ain't gonna get there. I know he can, though. It's the whole bloodline thing. He couldn't get a Guide anywhere near him even long after everyone knew he was a Sentinel. Eventually, he pushed back, hard. Prompto's got a lot on his hands with Noct." He does stand there, braced and strong, maybe even pressing back slightly into John's hands. It's not exactly like it's subtle, what his Guide is up to.

In particular when said Guide licks straight up his spine, making Gladio gasp despite himself, arching his shoulders and wanting more. Hells, John is going to drive him mad. He wants more than anything to turn around and take him right here and the feeling of a nosing Guide does nothing to help that. So he only rumbles, breathing through his desire but unable to stop the rousing below the belt.

He shouldn't tease, but Gladio is making it very hard not to with how he's responding. John washes down along the other man's thighs, marveling at the muscle in them before sliding his hands around to Gladio's front. He washes around the Sentinel's groin, but doesn't actually touch where he knows Gladio wants most, just presses himself almost flush against the other man's back. It's too early for John to be ready for another round, but his mind is ahead of his body by leaps and bounds. And if nothing else, he has a perfectly serviceable hand to work with... maybe a mouth. Although, that would be a first on John's end.

"Sounds like everyone has a lot on their hands with him. Not sure I'll be making it any easier, but I can try. I'll just make sure to impress him, hmm? Maybe I'll impress you, as well." John rolls his hips against Gladio in a mock-thrust as he leaves the Sentinel's groin with his cock untouched and moves up to washing his abs.

"...don't even think I'm missing what you're up to," Gladio growls quietly as John's hands slide away from his interested cock. It's still a playfulness in his voice, luckily, but there's instincts threatening that don't care as much about taking things slow. He's got them in hand (UNLIKE JOHN) right now, but John certainly isn't helping. "You don't need to impress me, you know. Like what I've seen so far." True, they've still got a long way to go and even if instinct says he has his Guide, everything's good, the real world doesn't work as neatly. They've already come across an issue or two, things they need to discuss and not try to fuck away, but they're managing. So far. Hasn't even been a day.

"Just testing your resolve," John teases back. If Gladio's going to take it in good humor, the Guide will keep going. "You're passing with flying colors at the mo. There's a lad." His washcloth works its way up to Gladio's chest where John does take some necessary care around the bandage on one side. For the other, though, he's probably an absolute irritation as he strokes tenderly, slowly, and lays his head against Gladio's back again to work up to his collar bone.

The deed 'help' is nearly done, and John's fully aware this treatment of the Sentinel may come back to bite him, but he continues to draw it out, pulling back only when he has to, finishing up Gladio's arms. "Glad you like what you've seen. Can't say I'm terribly disappointed, either."

There are some things, but it's easier not to think about them in the moment and just deal with what's physical. That's a terrible communication strategy for a new couple, but it's only the first day. There will be time. Maybe when there's less heat... Maybe when Gladio's beating his arse in a sparring match.

"Hrm." That sound speaks volumes about what he thinks of John's 'test'. "Glad to know I'm passing." There is the slightest shake of his head, but there's a small smile playing about his lips. Still, when John gets close again, he enjoys the simple touch against his back, waiting until John pulls away to deftly reach out and pluck the washcloth from his hand.

He raises a brow towards his Guide, questioning, before snagging the soap to get the cloth sudsy again. He clearly had every plan to return the favor, but mostly, it was a chance to touch his Guide, to learn more about John. Maybe it was a thing with him, but the scars and whorls and knots of the body told him more than words might immediately. "Let me?"

"Well, you've been a good lad." John shrugs under the steady stream of water, and chuckles. His body is responding a little with the extra time. He's only at half-mast, but he could probably manage something more. The Guide isn't entirely sure how this is going to go. He hasn't give. Someone free license over his body in some time. Even beneath Gladio on the bed, he'd clung to some measure of control, even as his Sentinel turned him weak with bites to his mark.

It's only a moment more before John resolves himself and places his own hands against the shower wall to brace for what might come. His back is it's own pattern scars; though, there isn't quite as much as what's on his chest. There's the puckered, pink-white entrance wound from the gunshot over his shoulder, an a few small nicks down by one hip. The only other prominent one his on his left side. It looks round and jagged, like someone broke off a bottle and stabbed it into him.

Gladio couldn't care if John is hard or soft or somewhere in between. This has everything to do with just getting to touch him, to slowly take the washcloth and move it across an unfamiliar pane of skin and try to memorize it. In so many ways, it's still a shock to his system. His Guide. This other person, someone who a few hours ago hadn't been a part of his life, was the one that Fate decided is his. There's a brief surge of a primal feeling, wanting to make sure that John's status as his is known by all, but it passes and he lets out a breath before leaning in close.

"...what happened here?" His fingers brush against the mark over his left side, curious. His voice is soft over John's shoulder, watching John's face for what he can see.

"Bar fight." John glances back with a wry smile. "You're not the only one who's gotten into those. I had to pull Harry out of a couple of places when we were younger. This was... sometime after our folks passed. She called me somewhere around 3 AM to come and pick her up. Didn't want her wandering alone, so I went. She'd picked a fight with some bloke in the meantime and he and his mates were piss drunk. Everyone was except me and the bartender.

"Ended up with her at A&E. Couple of bruised ribs to go along with it. Had to happen in the middle of my exam period at uni, too. Not as exciting as the other one." He shrugs his shoulders and peers at the glass in front of him, watching Gladio's ghostly reflection in the pane.

"They ended up at A&E with us, as well. Broke a couple of their arms, sprained some wrists..." Being a doctor is useful in knowing how to hurt people, if nothing else.

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Gladio pauses, his hands on John, before he laughs. His forehead ends up against the top of John's shoulder, unable to help himself. Just a quiet, low laugh. "You aren't allowed to give me any more shit for being in bar fights," he mockingly threatens with his tone, before giving another quiet laugh. Seems they are more alike than the surface suggests with every passing discussion. "Saving someone from a drunk, too. We match." He brings up one hand and gives John's hip a squeeze, actually a proud little notion.

"Sounds like they got the worst of it. Good."

That's his Guide.

John finds himself grinning, Gladio's approval coming through the bond as much as the touch and making him feel giddy and warm and right. They really are well-matched, aren't they? For the few points of friction they've found, the Sentinel really has been a marvelous thing for the Guide in the few hours they've been together.

John's been cured of his psychosomatic limp, he's met a famous person, he's gotten to make love on a giant bed, and now he's being washed down in an impossibly gorgeous bathroom by a young, strapping man who finds his middle-aged arse and all its scars something to be fond of. Something to be proud of. There were plenty of Sentinels John has known who would have taken a look at him, at the way he's all but weaponized his abilities, and decided there's something completely and utterly wrong and broken inside of him. He doesn't act like a Guide should.

But maybe that's what makes Gladio perfect. He doesn't seem to mind as much. "I'm absolutely giving you hell for bar fights if you manage to get into one with me around now. No more excuses." John leans back to press himself against the other man again, just relishing the touch of skin on skin.

No, John doesn't act like how a Guide should. Good. Prompto's a little more like a normal Guide, but the kid's just got one of those sort of personalities that it's hard to hold it against him. Usually the idea of a meek, simpering Guide who has to be protected and standing back from the fight is anything but what Gladio wants in his life. He's taught Prompto how to protect himself and fight along side of them, which has vastly improved how he feels about the Guide, but John's come in with all of that knowledge and more experience than him twice over. There's something just fine about that in Gladio's idea of a perfect Guide. The age thing... it's a little strange, John's older than anyone he's ever been with by at least ten years, but it's easy to over look when the man still has a good boy, a good heart, and a good head.

"You mean more like if I get into one without you around?" The smirk is evident in his voice, his hands coming around to wash John's chest, leaving them pressed up against one another. "If I get into one with you around... we better be messing someone up side by side." Since John seems more than capable of holding his own in one, not exactly like he's looking for them or anything but people like to think they can challenge the big guy in the room.

"Mm... I'd like that." Fighting alongside Gladio sounds nice. Doing anything with Gladio sounds very nice right now. John lets himself relax, closing his eyes, and giving in to some of his instincts as he turns his head and rubs his cheek over Gladio's chest. The Sentinel is probably being the better behaved out of the two of them at the moment, which isn't something John expected would be the case. But if he can endure and be good in the short run, John likes to imagine he'll take over control in the long run of it.

"Let's not go looking for fights with other people, though, right?" Daemons like they're planning for the weekend are different. But talking of Harry and the bar... "D'you have any family I'll need to meet, by the way? Your dad?" Impressing Noct is important, but impressing the rest of Gladio's family will need to be a priority, as well.

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hello irish spring soap? XD

It's a good smell, at least. XD

He needed something manly XD

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HE'S ON TO YOU JOHN

Onto what? He is an innocent lamb.

Bull. Shit.

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