It's meeee about the mosquito prompt =p Have a nice day and fun writing it !
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Camping nearby to the slough came with downsides. It was always humid and muggy, usually raining, and even when it didn’t rain, something worse emerged: mosquitoes.
Gladio brought his hand down against his chest hard enough to leave an angry red palm print. ‘Goddamnit, little bastards.’
Ignis scratched at the multitude of rising bite marks on the inside of his arm, nodding in agreement. ‘This campsite habitually proves less than ideal.’
‘I’d rather-’ smack ‘- go toe to toe with a demon or two and get us back to a motel than-’ smack ‘- deal with these fuckers.’
Ignis was amused. ‘You’d rather sleep in a motel than camp? Are you feeling alright, Gladio?’
‘I’m feeling eaten alive,’ the Shield grumbled. ‘Where’s the repellant, anyway?’
‘Noct used it in his elemancy earlier today. Having used up my entire supply of peppers.’ Ignis looked very put out. ‘I’ll be sure to replenish our supplies at the first opportunity.’
A round of raucous laughter came from the tent behind them. Prompto and Noct had sealed themselves inside to protect from the worst of the insect horde, and to drink their way through a crate of cider they’d received in thanks from a hunter they’d rescued earlier that day. Ignis wasn’t keen to drink the night before a day of driving, and Gladio didn’t particularly like cider - more of a beer guy - so they’d left them to it.
‘Sounds rather merry in there,’ said Ignis.
‘Kids,’ Gladio huffed, ‘they’ll be complaining all morning.’
‘Ah, yes, because you’re the picture of decorum when you’ve had a couple too many the night before.’
Gladio gave him a sour look. ‘I never drink more than I can handle.’
Ignis actually laughed, and leaned forward, no doubt to deliver some anecdote about a time in their youth when Gladio had damn well drunk more than he could handle, when suddenly he was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot.
They were both on their feet at once, weapons drawn - no enemy should be able to fire on them while they were in a haven! - looking for the source of the sound, before realising it had come from the tent.
‘Prompto!’ shouted Noct from inside, ‘what the hell?!’
‘Did I get it? I think I got it! Woohoo!’
‘You nearly got me!’
‘Dude I just shot a bug right out of the air! Isn’t that awesome?’
Gladio and Ignis exchanged a look, relinquishing their weapons and sitting back down in their chairs. ‘I’ll get them up for a 5am run,’ said Gladio. ‘That’ll learn ‘em.’
Ignis just sighed, slapping at another mosquito as it bit his neck.