Is he awake yet? Never.

And Gladio's judgement is ever present. This is true though. Whenever he is awake, he's just daydreaming.

||: Anyone else?

Is it nice out today? Inside the tent is much better. Gladio might have to shake him awake. A little training might be in order this morning.

The most pitiful groan is emitted from the prince, attempting to pull the covers over his head. "The sun can wait for me to get up."

"Just like you. Did you already go on a run this morning?" He stretches, submitting to his awakening and sits up in his sleeping bag.

||: Pretty please with a cherry on top!

A perfectly aimed slap lands on Gladio's backside, a tired smirk on his features. "My turn? Gotcha."

He's just gonna start setting up the campsite. Hopefully the tent is to Gladio's liking.

"No." Noctis spoke in a groggy tone, currently rubbing his eyes as he emerged from their warm sleeping place and nudged Gladio's shoulder blade with his forehead. "What's for breakfast?"

Yep. Evening time is resting time.

"I'll take extra bacon." He murmurs, still squinting in the morning light, tugging his sleep-wrinkled shirt to straighten the article, huffing when he sat down in his camping chair. "Can't we just feed the salad to the chocoboy? I need something to stick to my stomach..."

A thankful nod was given, Noctis wasn't above thanking one of his companions. He took the plate and hummed, taking a forkful of salad, saving his favorite strips of deliciousness for last. "How did you sleep?" The prince asked, a brow raised as he cast his gaze towards Gladio.

||: Storylines anyone?~