[he's carrying the bag with their supplies for cake, of course, because gaby's better at choosing what it is they need in order to create this baked good that he doesn't really remember how to pronounce at all. it's not so much about him learning any baking, though; he simply basks in being in someone else's presence.]

--Gladio's a big guy, though. Like massive, with so many muscles. The fact that I got to scare him meant everything.

[of course he gets to talk shit about gladiolus when the man isn't around to claim otherwise. prompto jostles the contents of the bag as he accommodates the weight on his arms, walking along the street where the night market has been set up. he's not sure if they're done shopping for things, but he doesn't mind having a look around some more.]

His choke hold of death was so worth the scream he let out that day!

[he's laughing some to himself, then turns towards gaby. just making conversation:] You got any friend who is like that?