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The Perk, Friday Late Morning

Stark was not wearing green today because he didn't know he was supposed to. He'd certainly had this particular tradition mentioned to him before but he wasn't really paying attention to the date. Luckily, so far, he'd avoided any pinching. So far.

He was ordering a breakfast sandwich on a green bagel after being encouraged to do so by the barista who also tried to sell him on a variety of Irish/green-themed beverages. He settled on one with Irish cream syrup and a lot of whipped cream.

Once he had his order he took his usual seat at a table by the window to see what, or who, he might see today.

[not a real work day because I'm terribly ill most conference days *cough cough* so this is very open for caffeine and alien needs]

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When Gladio swung by the Perk after his class to pick up a drink, do a little reading, and then bring something back for his roommate, he was so disappointed to see those green bagels and think about how much missed opportunity there was in being able to torment Iggy with them.

And then wondered if maybe he could swing by the T&C and just torment Prompto with them instead, but it just wasn't the same. Sigh.

But drink in one hand, book in another, he went to seek out a spot, but of course offered Stark a nod and a lift of his book hand in sort of wave.

"Stark. How's it going?"

Gladio could always just describe the very vivid greenness of those bagels to Ignis and hope for the best?

"Hello, Gladio," Stark said, nodding back. "It's...fine. And you? Would you like to sit?"

Company was nice, after all.

He was pretty sure he could effectively set the scene by comparing it to exactly the shade of green Iggy's face would turn when he described it, really.

"Depends," he said with a grin. "Would you like company?"

But he was already pulling out a chair, yeah.

"Your company is very welcome," Stark assured him. With only minimal awkwardness, really!

"You had class today? Did it go well?"

Any interesting news to report from your life otherwise?

Come on, now, Stark. A gentleman didn't kiss and tell.

"Just got out a bit ago, yeah," Gladio confirmed, and the pleased, almost proud expression on his face did a good job of answering the other question. "Volleyball this week. Tried to keep it nice and balanced switching up the teams, but one of 'em just swept the floor clean of the others," he huffed out a laugh, "myself included. If I didn't know any better, I'd've thought I had a ringer."

That's true. And Gladio was a gentleman and a scholar.

"Volleyball is...one with a net?" Stark ventured. "I don't play sports."

Though he could be athletic at times!

"One with a net," Gladio confirmed, with a nod and a faint grin of concession to what he did know about Stark that might suggest he'd do a passing job at sports if he were to give them a try. "The one where you hit the ball over it, and try to keep it off the ground. Good beach game, for when the weather warms up."

"I miss the warmer weather," Stark said.

He'd probably enjoy watching beach volleyball even if he didn't like playing it.

"I've never tried that one. Maybe Anakin will make us play it one Wednesday."

"You know," Gladio mused, with a thoughtful sip of his drink, "I was never really around much, for those. But I've heard plenty of stories. Pretty sure those are the whole reason Noct had that singing fish on his wall for a while..."

They could only hope it got demolished when Insomnia was attacked, all those years ago.

...it had absolutely not been.

"Singing fish?"

No, it absolutely survived an apocalypse. In the distant future archeologists might study it.

"Wednesdays are...an experience. Maybe you'll see for yourself this summer."

"I don't even know," Gladio admitted, with a snort, shaking his head a little. That was way back when Prompto was still a student, so, you know, ancient history, even without the time skip. He and Nina were obsessed with this singing fish thing that was a prize or something, and they got Noctis one for his birthday...."

There was a long sip of coffee, before he touched on the other thing.

"I guess I might as well check 'em out for myself..."

Wasn't like he was going anywhere else any time soon, but he'd rather not think about still being stuck here through the summer if he could help it.

"You may be better off avoiding Anakin and his Wednesday nonsense."

"...that bad, huh?" asked Gladio, the quirk of his brow and his grin daring to solicit some elaboration.

"He made us squirrel-sized once," Stark said with a very dramatic sigh. "And he's very fond of covering us in things that are wet or sticky or slimy."

Sometimes all of the above.

"But some of it is just very odd. Very, very odd."

"Nothing wrong with getting a little messy sometimes," said Gladio, who shouldn't have to tell you anything about that, Stark.

"But being made to be squirrel-sized does sound a little out there."

A little messy could be good!

"I like being my regular size," Stark said. "And shape. At least we weren't actual squirrels."

Did you ask for a Muppet in a white sweater and a green tam o' shanter to come into your place of business? Did anyone?

And where was that piano music coming from?

"Meep meep mee mee--"

Enjoy Danny Boy, at least until Beaker bursts into tears at the finale!

"Why are you singing?" Stark asked.

But hey, at least he wasn't exploding? Yet.

"Meep meep meep meep meep mee," Beaker said.

Sometimes the spirit just moved him, Stark.

That was fair.

"I like your hat," Stark told him.

"Meep meep meep meep," Beaker agreed, patting it.

"You're very festive. I didn't remember I ought to dress up."

And he hadn't been reminded by anyone. His stylist was otherwise engaged today.

"Meep meep mee," Beaker said, looking pointedly at the coffee that clearly wasn't working hard enough.

"I didn't remember today was a day for anything until I came in here," Stark clarified. "Then it was too late. But I had a green bagel?"

Did that count?

"Meep meep mee meep meep mee?"

Was it supposed to be green, Stark?

"It didn't taste green. It just looked green."

Did that answer the question?

"Maybe you should try one?"

Except maybe it would make Beaker explode. Because Beaker.

"Meep meep mee," Beaker said, shaking his head violently.

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