#kitty!gladiolus

[missregality]

The big kitties are playing too rough with His Majesty.

Prompto: *takes photo*

[the-everlasting-ash]

August kitty!

[karinakuts]

Cat Gladiolus

Spring flower kitties challenge from maloviy_ua Gladiolus Cat

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Gladiolus x Rumi x Kayla true pacifist au:

Jessica: I- *freaking out*

Xeha: woah woah easy kitty deep breaths you know stress can harm the baby

Xeha: youre alright

Hana: *training at one of the best ballet schools in Insomnia*

[iguessit-sgrace]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your moots or followers 🩷

ooh!! a lot of things make me happy, let me see;

my Lord and Saviour <3

flowers!! especially zinnias or gladiolus, i love love love flowers <333

maximalist house decor! it's funky, i know, but stained glass windows and furniture with little paintings on them make me so happy <3

cats!!!! i love cats sm, especially my kitties chloe and yoshi.

paracosmssss. if you didn't know, a paracosm is a highly detailed fictional universe in your head! i have multiple and i love creating them

music, fs. specifically worship music, 70's rock, or film scores.

writing!!!!! i love to write, i aspire to be an author one day. i'm actually writing a christian fantasy series rn!

hmm, prolly the marauders lol. they're my current hyperfixation so i kinda have to put them on this list haha.

my friends, definitely <3

my sports, band and golf! (yes, marching band is a sport, suck it up).

[mi-malva]

━━━ 'gladiolus' [MASTERLIST]

« hiyahiya, it's malva! »

fandoms ; k-drama

↘ all of us are dead

↘ sweet home

↘ xo kitty

fandoms ; k-pop

↘ bts

↘ stray kids

↘ blackpink

fandoms ; anime

↘ boku no hero academia

↘ haikyuu!

others ; random fandoms

↘ harry potter

↘ avatar: way of the water

↘ shameless

requests are open for everyone to submit :)

[poetryfoundation-potd]

They Killed Cows. I Killed Them.

BY TISHANI DOSHI

In the future we might all be vegetarian,

and this life will seem barbaric the way

a corset was or eugenics. We might look

at this man being secretly recorded, bragging,

They killed cows, I killed them, and wonder,

where was his mother? She might have spoken

of his childhood, how it was poor but decent,

how like that blue god’s mother she too gaped

into her son’s wide gob and saw the universe

once. Or she might have told the story of how

he was led astray by a band of men in uniforms.

Not brownshirts but pleated brownshorts

in which they practiced ideological calisthenics.

How she’s been standing at the crater’s edge

saying, Here, kitty kitty kitty, ever since.

Because this man, her son in the undershirt,

dear cadre, cow vigilante, he’s no gladiolus.

He sighs. Even his mustache is pusillanimous.

Maybe he was a Romeo in school. Maybe

he wields this stick to reclaim what he misses

most about his body, or maybe it’s always been

his dream to squeeze the messy limbs of this country

into a svelte operatic shriek. The camera gives us

a glimpse of his chin dumpling. He will go to jail

a thousand times without passing go, without

stopping to plant a tree or collect clean underwear.

He admits it was wrong to allow his boys to record

the killing. Jai Shri Ram. Silly to leave evidence

behind, even though they always go free,

even though the young lads enjoy it so.

And Qasim? The man they killed,

the green meadow of his life come to this,

didn’t his mother also once confuse the dirt

in his mouth for a galaxy? Didn’t he believe

a dying man had the right to ask for water?

In the future when people complain about how Gandhi

should have made a comeback, when comparisons

are drawn between YouTube and the Upanishads,

will they notice the bystanders in the frame,

their shabby shoes shuffling like lapwings

around the bloody censored blur of Qasim’s body?

Will they speak of the difficulty of watching him

thrash around for an invisible rope to steady

him home, the difficulty of us watching them

watching him being killed?

Or is that an illusion too? The way a magician

might swirl his cape to reveal his assistant

is really a robot. No damage done here, folks!

The way we enter the rooms of our past

like gunshots to say, Surprise, I’m still here.

No point carrying blossoms in your pocket

instead of a meat sandwich. Because even if

you did not walk the earth exultantly, even if

you avoided disposable plates and mourned

every glacier and strung a lattice of pearls

to the giant monument of love, there might still

come a day when you are hauling refrigerators

on a truck, or taking the children to a fair,

and when death arrives you must let him

strap you to a telephone pole, you must look

into his ten-headed face, and say,  Flay, brother, flay.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/152959/they-killed-cows-i-killed-them

Audio Included

[mandakatt]

Which kitty is the biggest flirt?

The biggest flirt?! Well then, instead of saying which ones are, I figured since this took me so blasted long to get this out for you Anon-san that I’d do it more like a bit of a scale of 1 - 10, and how they flirt with you.

Tagging the kitter crew: @itshaejinju @rubyphilomela @momokitty27 @major-artery @ravenvelith @sweetchocobae @ultimate-flavor-experience @princess-of-lucis @blossattic 

On a Scale of 1 - 10, Which kitty is the biggest flirt:

Kitty!Noctis - This kitter, at first, is a 1 on the flirty scale. NOW NOW, don’t be angry, you have to realize that he sleeps about 14 hours a day, if not longer. This kitter doesn’t have that much time in the day to flirt with you. HOWEVER, when he’s awake he’s about a 6, turning up the charm by flopping over onto his back, purring at you, kneading the air to get your attention. Once you put your hand on his belly, he gives you a half hearted beartrap, playfully nibbling your wrist.

Kitty!Prompto - Your fluffball of sunshine is about a 6-7 depending on his mood. He gets your attention first by singing with you, burbling at you, and purring as loud as his little form will let him, before he rubs against your legs as your only warning that he’s going to jump up into your arms, his head tucking instantly under your chin as he purrs and kneads against your chest.

Kitty!Gladiolus - The big guy is all about turning on the charm. He’s about an 8-9 depending on how long your day has been. He’s one to stick to you when you come home, meowing and demanding your attention. When you settle in, he will be all over you, rubbing his head against your hand, your arm, your leg, whatever, cause he wants cuddles, and he wants cuddles now thank you.

Kitty!Ignis - The dapper kitter is about a 5-6 with the flirting. Mostly because he’s kinda aloof as to when he wants cuddles. But when he does, he turns on the charm. Much rubbing against your leg, much kneading on your lap, much purrs when you rub just right behind his ears.

Blind Kitty!Ignis - Surprisingly, he cranks up the charm even further when he becomes injured, coming in at about a 7-8. He’ll call to you, and will wait for you to call back to him so he can find you, and when he does, he’ll first come up and find any part of you, and lower his head, rubbing against you before flopping over to his side, kneading against you. His head will tilt back and at that point he will expect chin rubs please.

Kitty!Cor - Sadly, your shadow only comes in at about a 3 or a 4 on a really good day. Cor is never one to flirt to get what he wants, though he’s not demanding of it either. He’s subtle in his ways of getting you to pay attention to him. Usually by slowly working his way onto your lap when your’e not paying attention.

Kitty!Iris - This little angel, you call her that because that is what she is, is about an 8 or a 9, and right on par with her actions like her brother. She will follow you, meow up at you, rub on your legs, flop over onto her back and expose her belly, meow even more cutely somehow, then when you pick her up she squirms only to gently nuzzle against your chin, purring quietly.

Kitty!Aranea - Your stand offish girl comes in at about a 3 as far as flirting goes. She will want attention only when she wants, and ONLY when she wants. Though when she wants your attention, she’ll sidle up to you and sit next to you, purring softly up at you.

Kitty!Cindy - Your resident flopper. She comes in on the scale at about a 6 on the flirt scale. She will burble at you to get your attention, then the moment you start petting her she flops over on the floor, the chair, the table where ever she’s at, so you can rub her belly.

Kitty!Luna - This princess comes in at around a 6-7 depending on her mood. She’s very talkative when she wants to be and will use that to her advantage. She will burble and purr, and rub against you, and sometimes will flop over at your feet, kneading against you till you pet her. 

Kitty!Ravus -  Mister Semi-Grump comes in at about a 4-5. He’s moody to say the least, but he knows how to amp up the charm should he want something. He will burble and slightly hobble up to you, then rub against your leg a little and wait for you to pet him. When he’s had enough, he will remind you of who’s in charge by biting your wrist - never enough to break the skin, just a warning.

Kitty!Cid - Your grumpy old man comes in around a 7 on the flirty scale. Mostly because he refuses to wear his sweater and will do whatever he can to get close to you to feel warm, and if he has to try to charm you to do it, so be it. He’ll rub on your legs, or sidle up to you on the couch when you sit down, rubbing his face against you, till you pet him, and when you do, your lap becomes fair game.

Kitty!Regis - The king himself comes in around an 8 - and doesn’t realize he’s flirting. He’ll burble, and rub on you, or your company, and will flop over with a soft grunt as he kneads the air looking for belly rubs. When you coo to him, his purrs grow louder, and he’ll follow you about, darting about your legs. You���ve found that if you pick him up, and let him wrap his paws about your neck and purr in your ear, he calms down just a little.

Kitty!Clarus - The king’s shadow comes in around 7, and it doesn’t flirt all the time like his son or his daughter. When he does flirt to get attention from you he’ll burble and purr, and meow loudly, circling about your legs as he looks up at you. 

Kitty/Kitten!Talcott - Your little spitfire comes in around a 6 on the flirty scale. He’ll burble, purr, and circle about your legs to get your attention. Once he has it, he’ll mimic Noctis and flop over onto his back, and when you rub his belly, he’ll gently beartrap about you, washing your wrist.

Kitty!Gentiana - She comes in around a 5 on the flirty scale as she can be a little demanding of pets and snuggles when she wants them. She’ll purr long and loud to you, following you about, only to have you blink in surprise as she’s taken up your lap, and you wonder how and or when she got there.

Kitty!Ardyn - With you, he comes in at about a 3. With anyone else, an 8. You cannot figure out why you and him don’t get along, and you almost get jealous of the fact that he will rub against anyone that visits, or purr and meow up at them when he doesn’t do that with you.

Kitty!Nyx - This dude, you swear. Nyx is a 10 on the flirty scale. He does anything and everything to get your attention. He will meow and purr and rub and flop and roll about, and get up on his hind legs and nuzzle into your hand when you reach down to pet him, and he’ll meow and rub and do it all over again.

Kitty!Libertus - Fluffernutter comes in at about a 6 on the scale. He will usually do what he can to get cuddles from you, be it rubbing or flopping near you, or meowing loudly up at you as he circles about your legs. Good luck getting him off your lap after he’s settled in though.

Kitty!Crowe - Little miss climb up high on all the things comes in at about a 4. She’ll burble at you a little, but won’t do much more than that. She’ll sneakily come close, purring at you, maybe a soft burble here and there, before you then notice that she’s suddenly taken up your lap.

Kitty!Pelna - He comes in around an 8-9 on the flirty scale, and rivals Gladio and Nyx easily. He’ll purr at you and rub against you, and jump up into your arms, making it so you have to hold him as he smushes his face against yours, and headbutts your chin.

Kitty!Titus - Standoffish, he comes in about a 2-3 as far as flirting goes. When he does want your attention he waits till you’re seated, and will burble once, before climbing up onto your lap, and gently kneading against your thigh.

Kitty!Dino - Astrals save you. 8-9. His charm skills are enough that you wonder why in the sam heck anyone gave him up in the first place. He’ll purr and rub and flop, and stretch when you rub his belly, and lean into your pets and talk and will grab your necklace and mush his face into it, and will nose your earrings if you wear any. 

[niscuit-gravy]

Just wanted to doodle and smile today :)  Hello FFXV!

[katerleegrand]

Am I doing this meme thing right?

Edit: Oof okay, so like I didn’t expect this to be that popular, but thanks to everyone who liked and reblogged it! 😄 If this meme is what I am known for when I die, I’m perfectly okay with that!

[mouser26]

Your Meowjesty by @kaciart​

Much love for the Birthday King (Tried to have this colored by Noct’s Bithday Aug 30th but got distracted)

[all-of-your-mercy]

what are these losers even doing

[lucisharem]

Nyactis Daily life

Jumping

Interacting with dog

Hunting

Hissing

Finding high spot

[godspoison]

Gladnoct week - Day 5 - Kitty!Noct [Nyactis] It had been nearly two years since the dawn had returned and on one of his many visits to his beloved Gladiolus met a stray with the most beautiful blue eyes and a white crown on its brow.  Time and time again this stump tailed feline would appear; nestled among the gifts that he had left for his majesty.

Several months after his first appearance, Gladiolus adopted the stray. 

A new beginning was forged for the two.  Gladiolus never felt the icy touch of loneliness again and his new companion never stopped purring.

@gladnoctweek

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Gladiolus x Rumi x Kayla true pacifist au:

Almost 45 minutes later:

Jessica: ! *Hisses and pulls her arm back as she burnt herself in the stove*

Xeha: !! Kitty *rushes to check on her*

Jessica is about 3 months pregnant btw

Xeha: what happened

[snaurus]

PROMPTS: gladnoctweek - kitty!noct (nyactis)

Pairings: Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum Ratings: K+ Categories: Humor Warnings: Violence

Gladiolus isn’t feline well after the team’s latest scuffle with a Naga transforms Noctis into something nobody expects.

*Tap dances my way to doing this prompt all wrong for Day Five of @gladnoctweek* I also ended up doing the secondary prompt, but that response is queued for later today to keep from flooding the tags. 

Just some quick inspiration for this story: I think it’s kind of a popular opinion in fandom now, but credit to @demishock for sharing their headcanon with me about all of Gladio’s sneezing in-game being due to the big, beefy outdoorsman having (at least seasonal) allergies! They shared the observation with me first and I’ve since accepted it as truth, so I wanted to explore it here. 

My greatest heartfelt thanks also goes out to @glyphenthusiast for sharing all the laughter and comments on this story while editing it to the purrfection ya’ll see here today. <3

In her death throes the air was clouded by the Naga’s vestiges of magic. To Gladiolus' right, Prompto coughed and swatted the space in front of his nose. He only managed to spread the noxious-purple smoke around rather than disperse it.

Grabbing him by the arm, Gladiolus used the crook of his other limb to cover his mouth as he dragged Prompto to the edge of the Naga's circle of influence. Gladiolus didn't release him until they were safe from being cursed. Past his own hacking fit, Gladiolus managed to ask, "You okay?"

"Hnnng," Prompto said in response, bending at the waist. He sounded ready to hack up a lung or the contents of his stomach. Gladiolus patted him on the back. When Prompto didn't immediately drop dead he sought out their other companions.

"Roll call!" Gladiolus rasped.

Somewhere north of them, Ignis reported in. As the smoke finally cleared, Gladiolus saw him stumbling around, seemingly half-drunk. The lack of a certain prince's response had Gladiolus on alert. Ignoring his sore throat, he yelled, "Noct?"

Everyone sorted themselves out when they picked up on Noctis' absence, too. Shaking his head to re-orientate himself, Ignis turned in every direction; he checked high and low for any sign of their friend. Prompto cupped both hands around his mouth and called, "Croak if you can hear us, buddy!"

There came a reply, although it didn't originate from a human or an amphibian. A soft mewling echoed their frantic shouts. Gladiolus tore through the area as he tracked the origin of the noise, uncertain exactly where it was coming from. The Naga's body had yet to completely dissolve after its demise, so Gladiolus hefted her tail to permit Ignis and Prompto to search underneath.

"Gentle, gentle!" Ignis chided as Prompto coaxed a small, black bundle free of the wreckage. Gladiolus assumed it was a wad of gunk that had secreted from the daemon's remains, but no, when he dropped the Naga's body he saw how it took shape, even after Prompto wiped down the mound with the corner of his vest.

"Oh. Em. Gee!" Prompto swooned, cradling what turned out to be a fluffy and blue-eyed cat. "You've got to be kitten me, Noct! It is you, right?"

The cat yawned, evidence enough of who it was. During Prompto's cooing and awing, Ignis seemed perplexed while Gladiolus became apprehensive. The advisor leaned in, adjusting his glasses by the earpiece as he examined their miniaturized friend. "How curious. I'd noticed the variation in this particular foe, but who would have surmised that its repertoire would also be unique?"

"Right? But I'd rather a cat than a frog any day," Prompto said. Redirecting his attention to Gladiolus, who'd remained distanced from the group, he held Noctis toward the other man’s face. "What do you think, Gladio?"

Gladiolus balked at the sudden closeness. He opened his mouth to say something to the effect that he'd rather have Noctis sans sticky tongues, long tails, or any variations thereof. Except all that came out was a tremendous sneeze. At the onslaught Prompto clamped his eyes shut and stepped back, whereas Noctis had been in the direct line of the assault. Ears pressed flat against his skull, Noctis hissed and swatted a paw. He hit Gladiolus across the tip of his nose.

"Hey now!" Gladiolus said, clutching his face. His voice was muffled, although it became clear that it had nothing to do with the gesture, but how stuffed up his sinuses had become. "It's not my fault I'm allergic to His Royal Furriness!"

"Oh," Prompto said in acknowledgement. Then he did it again in realization. "Oh. Sorry, dude. I should have figured, what with your allergies and all…"

Prompto drew the cat back against his chest. Noctis must have felt constricted at the increased contact since he squirmed and yowled in protest, not so dissimilar to a motorcycle engine. To appease him, Prompto stroked under his chin. It wasn't clear if Noctis enjoyed the treatment; he might have been undecided himself because while he stopped his attempt at escape, Noctis kept making the noise deep in his throat.

Not that it was just Noctis' growls permuting the area. Gladiolus picked up on the disturbance, then Ignis. They inspected their surroundings, although it quickly became unnecessary. The daemons materialized smack dab in the middle of their group. One glowing, floating Bomb appeared, and another, and finally two more burst into existence at once.

Before Gladiolus could decide to summon his sword or his shield, an armful of pissed off fuzz and sharp fangs was shoved at him. He fumbled a moment, gathering Noctis by the scruff of his neck and holding him at arm's length. "Prompto, what— What am I supposed to do with him?"

"Come on, just for a sec? I need both hands free," he said, recalling his firearm and demonstrating his point by clutching the large gun. One hand was on the trigger and the other steadied the weapon. Gladiolus regarded Ignis for assistance, but the advisor was already fighting off some monsters with a dagger in each hand.

Cursing, Gladiolus transferred Noctis to his shoulder with gritted instructions to, “Hang on tight – no, not that tight, watch your claws!”

He settled on his shield, it flashing into place on his left arm. Gladiolus kept the other hand cupped over Noctis to keep him secured as he skirted the fight. It felt off not rushing in and designating himself as a threat, but Gladiolus refused to risk losing Noctis in the scuffle a second time. The potential for singed whiskers would be the least of their worries if that happened.

Fortunately, the others managed to distract the daemons well enough on their own. Once Prompto agitated a Bomb with an entire clip of ammo, Ignis unleashed an ice spell. What monsters he'd been chipping away at were disposed of in the same blizzard he generated to finish off Prompto's target. The last Bomb, sensing its impending demise, charged for the nearest victim to destroy with its deadly explosion.

Gladiolus was wide open. He tensed in anticipation. Instead of bracing to stop the monster, he side-stepped at the last possible moment. The daemon whizzed past him. Swinging around in the direction he'd turned, Gladiolus used his shield like a paddle to pummel the Bomb back the way it'd originated. It impaled itself on Ignis' spear, as he'd switched out his blades for distance, and ended the confrontation.

While Prompto cheered in victory, Gladiolus was busy trying to get Noctis to release his hold on him. The prince had slipped past his collar where Gladiolus couldn't reach him anymore; Noctis clung to the inside of his clothes. The back of Gladiolus' neck already itched something terrible and flushed with irritation.

Finally taking notice of Gladiolus' discomfort, Prompto asked, "Um, you all right there? Do you need some help—"

"Yes," he snapped, scrabbling at his back. "Get him off of me!"

"Okay, okay!" Prompto said, and approached him. He ducked as Gladiolus' flailing almost earned him an elbow to the eye. "Whoa, hold on!"

It took several attempts, but Prompto circled Gladiolus to nab him by the jacket. He shucked it up to reveal Noctis clinging to the underside of his shirt. For his trouble, Prompto earned a slash from Noctis’ claws when he went to retrieve him. He retracted his hand in time to keep from losing his fingers.

"Me-ouch! Noct, what's gotten into you?" Prompto asked.

"Leave him!" Ignis said, looking worriedly behind them. The sounds of more daemons spawning alerted them that another bout was imminent. "We have to find our camp or we'll never be rid of these fiends. Now hurry!"

"You're joking," Gladiolus seethed through his teeth (and maybe his watering eyes).

Ignis’ point became clear as an unnaturally large fist erupted out of the ground, signalling the arrival of an Iron Giant. Prompto tugged Gladiolus' shirt and jacket back down to secure Noctis in place. He pushed Gladiolus in the small of his back to urge him in the last direction they'd seen campfire smoke. "Come on, you heard him! Hup-two, hup-two, double time!"

They ran, Gladiolus resigned enough not to be told twice. The sooner they returned to camp, the sooner he could breathe easier. Literally.

Their group had been close to camp when they left the car at an abandoned parking lot. The desire for fresh red meat at dinner time had delayed them until nightfall. Their hunting had quickly turned them into the hunted as a Naga took advantage of them being outside the wards of their campsite.

Gladiolus covered that remaining distance in minutes.

He was the first one to see their refuge atop a small hill nestled by pine trees. As soon as he breached the glowing sigils, Gladiolus stripped. He ripped his jacket off completely and let it drop to his feet. His shirt came off next. Noctis still clung to the fabric, so Gladiolus wrapped him up in it like a burrito. The little shit had the audacity to purr at him for the gesture.

The other two of their group had lagged behind him during his mad dash to safety, but they caught up to him now. Prompto stumbled the last couple of steps, but whatever complaint he was going to voice morphed into laughter. Pointing, he said, "Oh man, look at your back!"

"What?" Gladiolus twisted around, trying to get a good look, but could only spot the etchings of his tattoo. "What is it? Better not be hives."

"No way, more like Noct used you as a scratching post. I can't believe this! The King's Shield, felled by a ten pound menace." Prompto gave him a hearty slap on the back, igniting the skin as he touched some of the aforementioned scratches. Gladiolus grunted, more out of annoyance than pain, as he barely registered the scrapes even after Prompto brought attention to the marks.

Ignis chuckled. "Noct certainly put you in your place, hm?"

"Yeah, yeah. Yuck it up you two." Sobering somewhat, Gladiolus offered Noctis to Ignis as he asked, "How long do you, uh, think he is going to be like this?"

"He should have reverted back by now," Ignis said, accepting the bundle. He examined Noctis, but no answers were forthcoming. "If Noct remains this way until morning, perhaps we should reach out to Dave. He or one of his hunters may have experienced something of this nature and can offer us insight."

"Right," Prompto agreed for all of them, then tiredly, "Bedtime? Not much else we can do."

Considering they'd been forced to abandon their food for the evening and their stores were depleted, dinner remained out of the question. There was a collective sigh as everyone came to the same conclusion. Sleeping was about all they could do.

"I'll keep watch tonight. No use for me being cooped up with the fur ball," Gladiolus volunteered, somewhat reluctantly. He didn’t mind the outdoors, but if given the choice he’d rather be within reach if Noctis needed him. In this form Noctis was next to defenseless. The prince wouldn’t be alone, however, so Gladiolus would have to settle for one evening.

He took a seat at the campfire while the others bid him goodnight and entered the tent. Hopefully the fresh air and some distance would alleviate his allergy symptoms. Gladiolus tilted his head back and massaged his temples, trying to ease the pressure.

It might have worked, too, if a couple hours later there wasn't something circling his legs. Gladiolus startled out of his doze and looked down to behold Noctis brushing against his ankles. Glancing in the direction of the tent, there didn't appear to be any activity coming from inside. Noctis must have snuck out from under Prompto's and Ignis' care without their noticing.

"Just gotta be contrary, don't you?" Gladiolus rumbled, still a little sleep addled. It'd figure that the one time Noctis was allowed a catnap, he wouldn't, just so he could annoy the one person most susceptible to him. He waggled his foot when Noctis sniffed and pawed at his bootlaces. The playing was a precursor to Noctis latching onto his leg and climbing into his lap like he owned the spot.

Despite his condition, Gladiolus gave Noctis a couple scritches along his back because damned if he wasn't a little cute like this. For Gladiolus' sacrifice, he earned a gentle headbutt to his chin. Noctis then used Gladiolus’ chest and shoulder like a springboard to continue upwards. Noctis attached himself to a tree at Gladiolus' back, clambering up to a branch that overhung their campsite.

"Don't think I'm coming up to get you if you get stuck," Gladiolus warned. He didn't know why he felt compelled to talk to Noctis in this form, but around his sniffling he did, anyway. It was unclear if the prince understood speech or that he was actually a person under all that black fur. The one time Gladiolus had been transformed by a Naga he didn't remember his time as a frog, but considering the alteration in forms maybe this was different, too.

Noctis peered down at him and gave a long, blank stare that ended in a slow blink. It struck Gladiolus as the same attention Noctis would have bestowed upon him regardless of being a feline or not. He wasn’t a talkative cat, either – same as his old human self. Maybe the prince did understand him like this.

"Heh. Suit yourself," Gladiolus said, managing to relax with Noctis in his sights, and let him be until the following day.

At the first signs of daylight, a surprised cry arose from inside the tent. There was a lot of shuffling, the material on the sides protruding as someone moved around. Ignis burst out the front, looking frenzied and unkempt as he looked around. Spotting Gladiolus standing nearby, holding a steaming cup of coffee, Ignis zeroed in on him.

"Gladio! I can't find Noct. Did you see him come this way?"

Wordlessly, Gladiolus motioned with his mug toward the spot Noctis had climbed earlier. Following his silent instruction, Ignis glanced up and found Noctis splayed across the tree branch. His face was squished into the bark and each limb splayed on either side, leaving the length of his body parallel to the wood.

Noctis was also distinctly human while lazing up there.

"How did he…how is he…? Hm." Ignis settled on covering the bottom portion of his face with a hand, pondering the sight.

"He changed back halfway through the night," Gladiolus explained, taking a sip from his coffee.

Somewhat delayed, Prompto exited the tent, having been woken up by Ignis' antics. His hair was in disarray and so were his clothes, but he stopped trying to correct his appearance as he spotted Gladiolus and Ignis staring at something. Flitting his gaze upwards, he watched Noctis for a drawn out beat. Prompto didn't even say anything as he tucked his hand into his pocket and gradually started to pull out his camera.

Ignis pushed the device away and said, "Don't you dare! We should be figuring out how to get him down from there, not taking pictures."

"Aw, come on…" Prompto whined, acting pained at being denied 'the shot of a lifetime'. Or so he claimed.

"Pft. I got this," Gladiolus said, handing Ignis his coffee to hold. Bewildered, Ignis couldn't do more than accept the drink and watch as Gladiolus did a couple stretches. He brought his right arm across his chest, holding it in place, and did the same to the opposite arm.

Then Gladiolus high-kicked the tree.

Hard.

Noctis listed to one side before tumbling off the tree branch and into Gladiolus' waiting arms. That wasn't enough to wake the prince, so Gladiolus gave him a light squeeze. Grumbling, Noctis peeked open an eye. The other opened up as both eyes went wide as he realized where, exactly, he was. "Huh…?"

"Good meow-ning, Noct," Prompto greeted.

"How are you faring?" Ignis asked straight-faced, for all appearances sincere until he added, "Perhaps you’re feeling a bit catty? Any lingering hissy fits?"

Bewildered, Noctis looked between the three of them, settling on Gladiolus as he mouthed 'what the fuck?' But oh, Gladiolus had his own form of payback planned. He’d had all night to contemplate the puns he was going to unleash on him, after all.