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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, Saturday, All Day

If anyone in Fandom could control the weather, they weren't doing a particularly good job with it today. It was quite hot and sticky outside, so the lawn was filled with as many pop-up tents as could be acquired to provide some well-needed shade. There were plenty of cool drinks and ~~moddable~~ food that would hopefully survive the heat--it might not have felt like summer would be ending any time soon, but it was time to celebrate the coming fall nonetheless!

[Flying OCD-free! Have at it and stay cool!]

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All this reflection he'd been doing about the fact that he'd been back on this island for a full year now had Gladio thinking he might spend a good portion of the weekend out camping in the preserve, just like he had spent the better part of a month when he first got back here (no decision yet on if that might turn into a month of camping again, but he was definitely considering it, for old times' sake), but he figured before he did any of that, he should at least swing by the picnic in his capacity as an instructor and be social before kicking off some kind of wilderness wildman mode for a bit.

Plus, someone had to drag Iggy out to be social every once in a while, too.

And here he was getting an awkward but friendly wave from Jon, and a very demanding meow for pets from Issa.

And Gladio, grinning lifted his chin and knocked a small wave back. "Hey, Jon, how's it going? And hey..." He snorted out faintly. "Well, this is embarrassing, I don't think I remember your cat's name. Think a few pets'll make it up to her?"

"Issa," Jon answered. "And, um. It might be quite a few pets. She deserves all the attention she can get, after all. I'm well. I hope you are."

And that, the name, with now reaching out to pet the cat and that meow managing to finally dislodge some deeply buried memory, made Gladio stop for a moment and blink. And then let out a faint groan and a roll of his eyes that went into an almost sheepish sort of chuckle. "Damn," he said, "Issa, that's right, I know you, don't I? You used to be Seivarden's cat, didn't you? We used to live together, man, Iggy was always getting on our cases about spoiling her too much, so hopefully he doesn't overhear you saying that about getting more attention! Man. Sorry, Issa, it's been a while, a lot longer for me than it has been for you..."

But all those pets were hopefully making up for his lapse in memory, and he shook his head, sort of marveling over the things that slip from your sometimes.

"How'd you end up with her?"

And then, as if realize that he'd gone into a little bit of a tangent there, added, "And I've been great, actually. Really, really great. Forgotten former roommates," a small smile and a scratch on Issa's chin, "aside, anyway."

Jon gave Issa a fond look. "Yes, she...I believe Summer had her when Seivarden left, but she has her own cat. Issa got passed around a bit, poor thing, but I'm happy to have her. She's a lovely girl, and she absolutely deserves to be spoiled, whatever your friend says." She was a cat! Cats needed to be treated like royalty!

Yes, well. Ignis had enough on his plate with having to treat actual royalty like royalty at the time, but Gladio was also pretty sure his opinion would not have changed on this issue over the last year/eleven years (depending on how you looked at it), either.

"Well," he stated, "it's good to see that she's doing well and that she's clearly got someone who cares for her a lot looking after her. I just hope you've got a good strong vacuum cleaner, though, because if there's one thing I remember very well from living with her was that she sure knows how to shed."

Jon grimaced. "Yes, I brush her regularly, and that helps, but the shedding is a downside to that luxurious coat." Issa gave him a look. "Don't worry," he assured her with a pet, "you're well worth it."

Gladio just needed a moment, to shush up the inexplicably other British-sounding voice in his head that seemed to want to suggest that they'd all just be better off shaving the damn thing.

"So," he said, figuring a change in topic might be wise before he had to deal with more unbidden dueling cat opinions in his head, "you teaching again this semester? Think it'll be much different now that they're shifting over to the college model?"

"I am," Jon admitted. "Though I, um. I'm not entirely sure how different it will be. I'd never actually taught secondary school or university before, so I'm just doing much the same level of things. You're teaching as well, I think."

"Phys Ed again," Gladio confirmed with a nod. "And then maybe back to something wilderness related in the spring session. Camping in the summer again."

There was a slight grunt, a shake of his head, over the fact that here he was, making plans ahead of the fact now...

"I'd love to do something with swords one of these days, but Amaya and Rosa seem to have a corner on the weapons market, and I'm not sure there's much of an interest it, but, obviously, some kind of team fighting class with Iggy and Prompto is always a possibility, too. What are you doing this time around?"

"Folklore, sort of." Jon shrugged. "Mostly a list of things to be wary of, when dealing with the supernatural. And I'm taking a few classes, too."

Including Gladio's, though he was trying to avoid the fact he'd voluntarily signed up for physical activity.

Voluntarily? You really were a glutton for punishment, there, eh, Jon?

"See, now," Gladio mused, "the folklore stuff, I might be kind of interested in something like that. I probably should have thought about taking a few classes here and there myself, actually. Mmm. Maybe next time around." His chin cocked up curiously. "So which ones are you taking?"

He maybe hadn't bothered getting around to looking into his rosters yet since he had plenty of time and the first class never really required much prep, really.

"Oh, um. Summer's course on the multiverse. And...and." He sighed. "And yours. I'm sure I could use the exercise."

The sigh got a little bit of a lift of Gladio's eyebrow, and once the reason the the sigh came out? Gladio had to laugh, and he almost wanted to clamp a supportive hand on Jon's shoulder, but he was worried about knocking the poor guy right over.

"We could all use the exercise, really," said the absolute Adonis of a man towering before him. "But Summer's class, too?" He shook his head. "That's brave, right there. But at least it's not one of her food ones."

"Well, I, um. I know she likes to see me getting out." Jon shrugged. "I don't suppose it would help to ask you to go easy on me."

"No way, man," said Gladio, breaking out into a broad grin as he shook his head. "I don't do easy.

"But don't worry." And now he was going to actually clap that encouraging hand on his shoulder. "It'll be good for you."

Jon gave him the despairing look of someone who absolutely needed physical activity and equally absolutely loathed it. "I'm sure it will."

"And, hey," Gladio offered, "if Prompto can survive working with me, I'm sure anyone can."

"Prompto has considerably more muscle than I do," Jon lamented.

Jon, Gonzo had more muscle than you.

Prompto greatly appreciated Jon's acknowledgement that he was not actually the 90-pound weakling that Gladio liked to make him out to be. He had guns! Both shooty kind and muscly ones! Even some abs!

"Well," Gladio said encouragingly, "we all gotta start somewhere, right?"

"I suppose." Did he sound enthusiastic? Jon sighed. "I do know I could probably use the exercise, I just don't exactly know how much I'll be able to do."

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