[Gilgamesh behaves himself... for all of a few minutes. Not speaking to her, not so much as looking at her, just staring into the window and his flawless reflection as he wipes the dirt from it. He has to wonder how much help they're really providing, just two people washing windows, but it occupies time and Gilgamesh has nothing if not an abundance of it these days running around as a Hero.
He also wonders how Caren sees it. She hadn't been here earlier, when he'd asked over the network what it took to be a Hero. She seemed almost gloomy, like she carried a constant aura of fright around her. Not that he was put off by it, but it does send chills down his spine nonetheless. Maybe they had known each other, for him to have such a visceral reaction.
Gilgamesh behaves himself, but he can never manage it for very long. He extends his arm, then tsks.]
Oh, no. I cannot quite reach.
[He refers to a window just above their heads. Raises brows. Here it comes.]
Perhaps if I had someone in my arms, to bridge such a distance...
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He also wonders how Caren sees it. She hadn't been here earlier, when he'd asked over the network what it took to be a Hero. She seemed almost gloomy, like she carried a constant aura of fright around her. Not that he was put off by it, but it does send chills down his spine nonetheless. Maybe they had known each other, for him to have such a visceral reaction.
Gilgamesh behaves himself, but he can never manage it for very long. He extends his arm, then tsks.]
Oh, no. I cannot quite reach.
[He refers to a window just above their heads. Raises brows. Here it comes.]
Perhaps if I had someone in my arms, to bridge such a distance...