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fandomtownies2025-08-19 05:44 am
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Atlas Gym; Tuesday [08/19].
Most of Gladio's day was filled with the usual rounds to check on everything in the gym interspersed with taking care of some phone calls and clerical, administrative stuff in the office and several of his typical trips to the Cup NoodleTM claw machine in the lobby. But there was that one chunk of time in the afternoon where he could be found....detangling a ball of gremlins.
That's right. Detangling a ball of gremlins. It was the first time for a new ribbon rhythm dancing class for the gremlins in one of the classrooms, and it....did not go well. Somehow, they'd managed to get themselves all wrapped up in the ribbons and each other, leaving them irritable as he tried to help get them out.
He was half tempted to put on fencing gear for protection against ungrateful bites, but, sometimes, Gladio liked to live dangerously and take his chances.
Atlas is open!
That's right. Detangling a ball of gremlins. It was the first time for a new ribbon rhythm dancing class for the gremlins in one of the classrooms, and it....did not go well. Somehow, they'd managed to get themselves all wrapped up in the ribbons and each other, leaving them irritable as he tried to help get them out.
He was half tempted to put on fencing gear for protection against ungrateful bites, but, sometimes, Gladio liked to live dangerously and take his chances.
Atlas is open!