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Atlas Gym; Tuesday [11/07].

What had started as a usual conversation on what sort of Cup Noodles^TM to stock the crane machine with this month lead to what felt like a really startling but intriguing revelation: you really didn't see a whole lot of instant noodle flavors featuring turkey flavors. This lead to a lot of speculation on the part of people who knew this world better than Gladio did over regional differences, based around the fact that instant noodles seemed to have really flourished in a more Asian market while the turkey was a decidedly American sort of bird, a topic that had been fascinating enough to them prompt Gladio to order two new books that he was absolutely itching to get now, and writing himself a Post-It note so he didn't forget to ask Ignis about developing for him some kind of stuffing-inspired Cup Noodle^TM, because, go on, tell him that didn't sound delicious.

So you know. Pretty typical day at Atlas.

Which is open!

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The theming over the last month, Summer felt, had gotten really tried and boring, and so when November rolled around and she felt that more rusty oranges and shades of brown would be in order for the mood, she was kind of over it. She realized that it was probably kind of silly to still be this invested in her workout gear, but you know what? It was a thing now, and if there was anything about Summer Smith, it was that when she had a thing, she stuck with it.

So she thought about going pink again, but then she remembered she had this dynamic set in her closet still unworn, and that sort of sealed the deal for her.

And now that cuteness was taken care of, she could get to the actually working out part!

While Stark would normally have gone to Gladio to say hello first, Summer's outfit was very eye-catching and he was compelled, for some reason, to walk over to her first to say good morning and offer a "I like this one. The outfit."

Maybe he was trying to get his distractions out of the way early!

Summer, who had honestly figured that Stark had liked all of her outfits, because, well, obviously, preened a little with a nice pat on her back to let her gut instinct know she'd made a good call if he liked this one enough to actually comment on it for a change instead of just gawking moonily at her the whole time from across the gym.

"Thanks, Stark," she said, shifting maybe a little into another position of preening to show it off a little more. "I've actually had this one for a while now, but it hadn't really made it into the rotation yet."

Of course Stark liked all of the outfits! This one had just jumped out at him and maybe he was still feeling good from the weekend.

"You look good. You always do. I just... wanted to let you know."

He was, of course, dressed in the same slightly ratty t-shirt and pants he always wore here.

Stark's stylist was really dropping the ball on updating his own workout gear game, really. What a missed opportunity.

"Thanks," Summer said, again, basking in the praise just that little bit more, "I appreciate it."

But even she didn't exactly relish in the idea of a conversation that threatened to keep circling around to the most obvious statement in the world, so she smiled at Stark and tilted her head a little. "What are you planning on working on today?" she asked. "Want to work together?"

Stark's stylist was usually more concerned with his fancy outfits than his workout gear. Which was fair.

"I hadn't thought much about my plan yet," he admitted. "I often ask Gladio for suggestions. Not always. But working together sounds good. Maybe weights?"

Gotta get those gains!

Capital gains, boys!

"Weights is good," Summer agreed with a nod. "You spot me first or I spot you?"

"I'll spot you," Stark said. "Unless you think we should ask Gladio for advice on what to work on first?"

Was Gladio looking at them and rolling his eyes a little bit right now?

"You know," said Summer, brows lifted and tone gone a little teasing over how much Mr. Big Buff and Dreamy seemed to be popping up in this conversation thus far, "if you'd rather just train with Gladio today instead, you can just say so."

That was only the one time, Summer. Well. Three times? Three days?

"He's a good training partner," Stark said after a moment's consideration. "I'd always rather spend time with you, Summer."

"He is," Summer agreed with an almost wistful sigh; that man was definitely good at his job. "But I'm sure he's about to be tied up with Nell here pretty soon. Come on, let me get loaded ip, then."

With that, she started heading toward the weights.

Stark's eyebrow went up at that little sigh but he didn't comment. He was hardly in a position to do so!

"Good idea," he said, following closely behind her. "We ought to get started."

Exactly, Stark! You could hardly blame her!

Summer reached the weight bench, considered what it was loaded with, and went to add a little more to the bar. Which only made her snort a little.

"I can't believe," she laughed, "this place the other week. Did I tell you I got Lunk Alarmed?"

"I think I missed the alarms," Stark said. "But it was all very, very purple. What did you do?"

"Howzit, Gladio?" Steve asked with a grin as he came into the gym.

Gladio snorted fainted, sending that grin right back at Steve. "Not bad," he said, "howzit with you? I thought I heard maybe some congratulations were in order?"

Steve's grin got even wider. "Maybe," he admitted.

"Well, so take this as a maybe congratulations, then," Gladio huffed a faint laugh, shaking his head. "You gonna fill me in on any details,or am I ggonna have to guess?"

"We got matching tattoos," Steve said with a grin, holding his hand out so Gladio could see the tiny anchor on the inner side of his left ring finger. "He's already on my insurance, medical power of attorney, and house deed."

Blowing people away with the romance, Steven.

"Taking care of all that solid, practical stuff," Gladio noted with a nod. "I can respect that. And the matching tattoos is a great idea. But, I mean...." He gestured vaguely at his whole....everything. "Obviously I'm gonna dig ink with extra significance."

And now he couldn't help wondering what Nell would think of something like that. He clearly knew that she liked his tattoo on him, but what would she think of one for herself? He definitely made a note to himself to ask her later.

Steve grinned. "Yeah, me too. It's Danny's only ink so far, but you know how it goes. After the first one, it's hard to stop. And the practical stuff, as far as I'm concerned, was the real commitment. Our lives are dangerous and I wanted him actually protected. This--" he waved his hand, "--is just the icing."

And you know what? If there was anything to prove that proved Gladio was a actually kind of softie underneath all that muscle and ink, it was a story like that.

"That's great, man," he said. "I'm really happy for you, and I better get an invite to that wedding."

There was a beat long enough for a snort before he added, "So how's all that translate into any kind of otter insurance, too?"

Then another pause, this one a little uncertain, "Is it an otter, that you turned into? It's hard to keep it all straight, actually."

His was easy because it was just his name!

Steve burst out laughing. "He gets no otter insurance. His phone screen is me as an otter, he deserves what he gets."

"Okay, now," said Gladio, "and here I thought the tats were good...that's real love, right there.

"So," he quirked up his chin, "what's your phone screen?"

Edited 2023-11-08 00:10 (UTC)

"Danny's kids in their Halloween costumes," Steve said, holding out his phone with a young teenaged girl in a butterfly costume and a small blond toddler in a cowboy costume.

Nell was rather cheerful as she came in this morning. She'd had a great run through the woods and was ready to get some heavier work done now.

And even if she wasn't so cheerful, Gladio would be likely greeting her with a big grin, so her mood was just going to make it that much bigger.

"Hey," he said. "Long time, no see."

"Ages," she said with a secret smile just for him. "Glad to see you again. I just had a wonderful run. You?""

"Boring business stuff," Gladio answered, the roll of his eyes and impatient shake of his head clearly over-exaggerated. "Not nearly as nice as a good run. And a little disappointed that there aren't more turkey-related Cup Noodle^TM flavors for the machine this month."

"Should have stayed in bed," she teased. Then she tilted her head to the side considering. "I could probably doctor some of them up to be turkey flavored. Shouldn't be that hard to do."

"You know staying in bed's not gonna happen," Gladio reminded her with a smirk. In their defense, they kind of pulled it off for a few whole minutes! "But yeah? You think so? I was thinking about bugging Iggy about taking a stab at some stuffing, but, hey, if you think you can give it a shot, I can't wait to try it."

"We're not very good at it, are we?" Nell said with a smile. Though some day they just might find it a little easier.

She shrugged. "I can give it a shot."

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