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

[bigdamnprincipal]

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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[sword_chocobro]

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.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

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

[sword_chocobro]

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."

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"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."

[sword_chocobro]

"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."

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

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

[sword_chocobro]

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

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

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

Jon, Gonzo had more muscle than you.

[sword_chocobro]

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?"

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"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."