Once Gladio left his room he found Tony hadn't yet come up. Curious, he headed downstairs to find his roommate in the kitchen in not much at all. Gladio probably should have been surprised, but he'd realised quite early on that nothing really surprised him about Tony. He just shook his head and wandered on over.

He'd opted for pyjama's. Dark green pants and a lighter green shirt, unopened, as was his way. His feet were bare and his hair pulled back in a damp ponytail. Strands of damp hair hung around his face that couldn't be contained by the hairtie. His clothes should have been black and dark gray. Just like his hair should have been brown. But even that was shades of green still. He really would be happy when these messed up colours went away.

"Twelve minutes. Go now and get washed up." Gladio reached passed Tony and took the spoon to take over starring the sauce.