indepentant. serious. pre to post final finally xiii by default. multi-fandom, slightly open to OCs, and single-ship.“WHAT THE HELL, GADOT?!”
“WHAT’S GOTTEN INTO YOU?”
And thus commences a series of violent thrashing and maybe, or indefinitely, a punch to Gadot’s jaw.
”Yeah, but I have a dick, so I don’t count. You know how it is.” He pauses. “I think she wants seafood. She’s got expensive taste.”
“Can we even afford that…? How many people are taggin’ along anyway?”
”Hell if I know. I asked Vanille where she wants to eat — we gotta please the redheads, y’know.”
“That’d mean you too, y'know? Whatever she suggests though, be sure to tell me; gotta make sure we have the funds for this.”
“No, and she smacked me on the ass with her spatula when I tried. We’re eating out.”
“Sounds like Lebreau– but where do you suggest we go this time?”
“Guess they just missed Papa Snow and Mama Gadot, eh?”
He snorted, shaking his head.
“Mama Gadot?” A laugh.
“I guess it fits– if you get rid of that hotheadedness.”
”—Hey, don’t wear it out, man.”
Cheeky grin.
“C'mon, man. Y'gotta trust me. What did I tell ya’ about doubting your boss?”
Whatever it was they had been doing– it was more than likely reckless.
(Source: mediguards)
“—Looks like the kids are finally finding their way home, eh, boss-man?”
He clapped a hand on Snow’s shoulder, grinning.
“Yeah. Guess we can tally up another victory for NORA?”
In response to Gadot’s actions, he mirrored that same grin.
