Twisted }{KH/FF}{

You was thankful.

You didn't get so drunk to suffer a hangover; just a mild twinge. It let you make notes for the classes that would be a good starting point to give them an edge as Cor had said. However, sitting in a corner with Dire by your legs, yesterdays memory wouldn't leave you alone. Even if a lesson plan was more 'important' at the minute. 

Why couldn't you remember their faces?

Despite having a few recollections of them now, no matter how hard your tried their faces was always blank. Their voices distorted. You could hear the tune perfectly, recalling the baby faced waitress with ease that night but your closet companions remained a mystery. Then again, you couldn't exactly picture the related keybladers distant relative.

''No hangover?''

''You know I never get hangover A-'' you cut yourself short.

An instinctive response.

An instinctive response you couldn't remember how to finish.

''Hey, you okay there?'' Gladio asked concerned, sitting down to observe you.

''Yeah. Just trying to remember,'' you sighed, annoyed at how close you was.

You gave the man a once over, thinking he might be similar to your old friend somehow.

You decided not to dwell on it for now.

''Where's Ignis?''

''Cooking.''

''Cooking?''

''Damn good cook he is. I mean, there was a period after he got blinded but he's pretty much got used to it again. His steaks are the best,'' he grinned with a look that just spoke of good food.

''You sound like your praising your housewife's cooking.''

''Then he is a lucky man.''

Ignis walked up from the side, his stick guiding him.

''Iggy! You all done?'' Gladio pulled out a chair for him.

Seems you would be having company this morning.

''For now. Morning [Name].''

''Morning,'' you greeted. 

''Are you settling in?''

''I suppose I am, but they're gonna' need a lot of work,'' you sighed.

They hummed in agreement.

''Have you considered demonstrations?'' Ignis asked.

''There is only so much I can do, and I'm not wasting my time if they are only half interested,'' you grumbled, remembering how easily distracted they can get.

...

...

You blinked.

Respect.

They respected Cor a great deal and you had no doubt that part of the reason was seeing him fight. All they had really seen was you dressed nicely or in worn battle clothes, but neither really spoke of your abilities. Your students had even questioned them; not that you could blame them.

''You part time workers are often on the battlefield more than you are here right? But the students and soldiers all seem to respect you. I take it you've shown them how you fight? Versing each other and whatnot?''

''Yeah, that's true. Raises morale a bit knowing they can get as strong as we are,'' the bigger man answered, wondering where you was going exactly.