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Gladio was either going to murder someone or cut his hair off with his broadsword as now that it had got longer it took every opportunity to blow in his face, get in his mouth, obscure his vision.

Something needed to be done before he exploded and Prompto knew just what that something was.

"Half pony!"

"What'd you call me?!"

"No that's what you call this style"

"Whatever, just get on with it."

He kind of loves Prompto's fingers scratching along his scalp and gently untangling knots and feels a little disappointed when he slaps his hands down on Gladio's shoulders.

"All done!"