Gladio thought this was a bit of a long shot, but so far the local Clan they'd gone to petition didn't seem to be reacting too badly.
Their relationship with Grimmjow's clan seemed to be a bit of a joke, or at least a source of humour somehow, but they weren't asking them to leave and never come back yet. They were, however, a mixed bag.
Aerith, the flower girl, was nice, but Gladio suspected she was smarter than a flower seller had any need to be. The blue-haired one with the pointed ears seemed to be roughly as personable as a certain member of the Kingsglaive. The other woman was obviously a bodyguard, or at least an active member of the Clan instead of a healer and the last one, the redhead, fox-faced and suspicious, seemed wary.
He kept his arms folded, mirroring the woman, letting Ignis do the talking.
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Their relationship with Grimmjow's clan seemed to be a bit of a joke, or at least a source of humour somehow, but they weren't asking them to leave and never come back yet. They were, however, a mixed bag.
Aerith, the flower girl, was nice, but Gladio suspected she was smarter than a flower seller had any need to be. The blue-haired one with the pointed ears seemed to be roughly as personable as a certain member of the Kingsglaive. The other woman was obviously a bodyguard, or at least an active member of the Clan instead of a healer and the last one, the redhead, fox-faced and suspicious, seemed wary.
He kept his arms folded, mirroring the woman, letting Ignis do the talking.