Noctis: It was funny at first, but it’s getting out of hand, Gladio. You should probably stop walking around shirtless. Gladio: Why? I’m fresh and comfy like this. Prompto: I mean, not that I agree with Noct, but…it’s Altissia and people stare. Gladio: There’s no shirt that’s worthy of my body. Noctis: There’s none you like? Gladio: None that looks greater on me than my body does on its own. Ignis: … Ignis: You know what do would look great on you, though? Noctis: Ignis, no. Ignis: Me. Gladio: Ignis yes.
Imagine the Underfresh Underworld though, like people get reaped and land in this brightly coloured rave like "what fresh hell is this?" and Fresh!Reaper!Sans ollies past like "So fresh, dude!" *shudders*