Team Tinies IDK WHAT'S HAPPENING

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[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?

[whoreofbabylon]

[...careful, Gilgamesh. This is clearly a trick question to inform Tokiomi's further actions. Answering "kill people" would be honest but ill-advised. Even he knows that. So he pauses to think this through.]

...I certainly would not accept it. Then, naturally I would set out to regain it.

[prebeard]

Well I can't! It's gone! So what do I do?!

[whoreofbabylon]

...then you have no choice, and you learn to live without.

There are many magi who could have offered me the contract you did. None would have satisfied me, though they had magic.

[prebeard]

[deep breaths tokiomi, you can do it]

I'd trade anything else...

[whoreofbabylon]

[Oh.

...he certainly knows that feeling.]

Strange how it always must be what you value most.

[prebeard]

[this is a very mournful whining noise

but no. no there is ONE THING that is worth more. Just one, but it's a thing.

Without looking up, he reaches for Gil's sleeve]

Promise you won't leave me.

[what else will he have now, if that happens?]

[whoreofbabylon]

[When Tokiomi first summoned him back, he felt an undeniable anger. How dare this boy wish for his affections while knowing that his heart had only room for one equal and one friend. He had been confused, almost remorseful, at how he had allowed Tokiomi to worm his way in with those annoying memories, as though he had allowed Enkidu to be replaced.

Gilgamesh had never been good at grieving. He'd spent centuries learning. Stewing in it. His reaction had only been a part of all that.

He knows now that Tokiomi is not a replacement, though he's grown to hold the same value as Enkidu.

Naturally, he will occupy the same place for Tokiomi. And that's more than fine.]

I swear it. I would not allow you to leave my side.

[prebeard]

Okay...

[That's fine. That's good. He can't betray Gilgamesh by giving up then, can he? And giving up would be terribly inelegant. What kind of pride could he have if he threw a fit and gave up now? If he tries, he might be able to find a way to right things. If there's another way to remove that curse and put himself back together, he'll figure it out.]

I'm going to fix it. Somehow...

[whoreofbabylon]

[Ah, that's better - Gilgamesh is pleased to see that tiny smile and that same determination that won him over in the first place.]

Of course. I would not permit anything else.

[prebeard]

Mm...

[But he is still incredibly displeased. He'll hold it in, and try to get to his feet.

It doesn't really work, and he ends up hagning on to the side of the bed, dizzy and not quite remembering falling.]

Ah?

[whoreofbabylon]

[Gilgamesh heaves a sigh, exasperated but as well-meaning as he's capable of.]

...you're being quite troublesome today, aren't you?

[He goes to help Tokiomi back up despite the complaint]

Perhaps caution and rest would help.

[prebeard]

[he definitely needs the hand up. Even with it, he has to lean heavily on Gil to avoid toppling over. He is definitely not done with bedrest yet.]

I think so...

[whoreofbabylon]

[Yep, time to get you back to bed, master...]

Then it's quite fortunate your bed is comfortable.

[prebeard]

[he is okay with this. it's better than the floor.]

I'm a little tired of it, honestly.