[It was certainly amusing to witness the great tyrant, who'd huffed and puffed after his loss to Soma, buried in flowers and handing them off to strangers with forced smiles. When he sees her again—or at least when he thinks he sees her again—his face goes stony. Something about her sent unpleasant shivers running down his spine, and if there was anything he truly hated, it was unruly women that didn't know their place.
Still, he appears unwilling to start an altercation here, and so approaches warily in turn. Take his rose, you silly girl, or don't. He doesn't have all day. ...well, actually, he might, but he's going to at least pretend like he has better things to do with his time.]
You might say they chose me rather than the other way around.
[She seemed... different now. He peers at her closely. Perhaps too closely, Gilgamesh had zero understanding of personal space.]
Not going to throw another dart at me, are you?
[Gilgamesh looks suspicious. He doesn't trust anyone around here. He doesn't trust anyone period.]
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Still, he appears unwilling to start an altercation here, and so approaches warily in turn. Take his rose, you silly girl, or don't. He doesn't have all day. ...well, actually, he might, but he's going to at least pretend like he has better things to do with his time.]
You might say they chose me rather than the other way around.
[She seemed... different now. He peers at her closely. Perhaps too closely, Gilgamesh had zero understanding of personal space.]
Not going to throw another dart at me, are you?
[Gilgamesh looks suspicious. He doesn't trust anyone around here. He doesn't trust anyone period.]