Team Tinies IDK WHAT'S HAPPENING

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[ohbugger]

[wow rude]

You might want to thank me that you're going to have any more sex at all.

[whoreofbabylon]

I've permitted your comments for long enough, have I not?

[But, well... Kariya almost has a point, and Gil knows that much. So, well... B( Just this once]

Still, you've performed accordingly. I'll find an opportunity for thanks shortly.

[ohbugger]

Good.

[hrrrgh he does not really want to leave right now. He's not sure Gil has the delicacy to handle the inevitable freakout when Tokiomi wakes up.

Buuut he knows it's a bad idea to start a fight over that, so he grumbles and leaves anyway.]

[whoreofbabylon]

[He definitely, absolutely lacks the delicacy, but Gilgamesh has no intention of ever admitting that. With the threat of death gone, he doesn't have any desire to remain away from Tokiomi, and so he pushes the bedroom door open and immediately takes a seat on the bed. He'll wait - not long, of course, a man only has so much patience. But for this? He doesn't mind learning to have a measure more.]

[prebeard]

[He doesn't look much better than he did earlier today, to be honest. He's still deteriorated and in a bad place. What he isn't is dead. His colour is better though -- there's some vitality that wasn't there an hour ago.

It takes him a little while to wake. He is worn down, after all. But when he does, the first thing he sees is Gil, and that makes him smile faintly.]

Good morning...

[whoreofbabylon]

[Gilgamesh is spread out across the empty half of the bed, smelling faintly of wine and slowly entering the sleepy tail-end of his tipsiness. When Tokiomi smiles, he returns the gesture with a small, contented smile of his own.]

I am glad to see you still smile after causing such a stir.

[prebeard]

You stayed.

[obviously this is worth being happy about, at least until he notices the big difference]

[whoreofbabylon]

There's hardly anywhere else worth being around here.

[prebeard]

I didn't think the room was golden enough for that.

[whoreofbabylon]

Well it isn't too late to make improvements.

[prebeard]

I'm not sure I could sleep in a gilded room.

[there's a quiet laugh, and he adjusts a little, reaching out to place a fingertip right between Gil's eyes]

I can't say I share your tastes, my King of Magpies.

[whoreofbabylon]

[Inevitably leans back and crosses his eyes a bit, because he's fucking regal]

...unfortunate. Then we must discuss compromise, hm?

[prebeard]

Mm. As soon as I've earned a little extra--

[wait

earning money -> working

working -> association

association -> where did it go why can't I see your stats oh my god it's like waking up blind





well he is awake now.]

Ah-- What...?

[whoreofbabylon]

[...oh. He must have noticed. This displeases Gil, and he lets a visible frown slip]

...yes?

[prebeard]

No, I--

[The panic setting in is visible. This is not okay. This is not remotely okay. If he was physically stronger he'd have recoiled himself right out of the bed--

--wait no yep he's on the floor]

What happened? Why is-- What did they do?!

[whoreofbabylon]

[Ah yes, here we go... On a normal day he wouldn't so much as get out of bed to help Tokiomi up, but well, today is different and Gilgamesh actually wants to care for him. So he slides out of bed and goes to scoop Tokiomi up. Floor =/= good.]

The old man said the curse was in your circuits. They had to shut them off to stop it, I imagine.

[prebeard]

[NOPE NOPE NO NO NO

he is so freaked out he will shove even Gil away]

No! You can't just shut them off!

[whoreofbabylon]

[Ugh, fine. Gilgamesh expected this to be a simple matter soothed by his presence, but it's turning into anything but. He hadn't prepared the patience or emotional resilience for this, and his self control isn't the best. For Tokiomi's sake, he bites back an angry retort]

Then they've ceased working. The result is the same.

[prebeard]

But--

[He can't ask why. That's obvious, isn't it? He'd have died, otherwise. He was on the brink of it.

But he can't imagine living with that sense cut off. He sits there for a moment or two, looking around like he's searching for something. Perhaps he is -- the whole world looks different now. Maybe he's searching for familiarity.

He doesn't find it, of course. But he can't really protest the situation logically or elegantly. Anything he says will be stupid. So instead of saying anything he just drops his face into his hands and hyperventilates.]

[whoreofbabylon]

[...perhaps this is better than what he predicted. Perhaps, somehow, it'll be fine and Tokiomi's reason will return and everything will be okay. Gilgamesh certainly hopes that's the case - that's the easy solution, at any rate. But how does one... comfort? He's still not certain.]

But? If you have a question, ask it.

[prebeard]

[He might just be murmuring "nonononono" under his breath. CAN'T HANDLE? Can't handle.

the number you have dialed is not in service. please hang up and try again later.]

[whoreofbabylon]

[HOW TO?!?!?! HOW........]

...know that I am grateful you're still among the living, and will consider you Master regardless.

[prebeard]

[That... actually helps! But at the same time calling him Master just hits him with it harder.

He doesn't know what else to do, so taking the fetal position and crying seems like a good fit.]

I don't know if I can...

[whoreofbabylon]

[NO!!! THIS KEEPS GETTING HARDER?! He reaches out to pat Tokiomi on the shoulder, but, well.... how to???]

Whatever it is, I imagine you could.

[prebeard]

[your trying is appreciated!!]

...What would you do if you lost everything that makes you who you are?