[Wants more, hm? Gilgamesh can certainly abide that request. Abide it and then some, he'd heard rumors of the infamous dungeon quickie, and if Saber's missing they can just go ahead and mosey behind this bizarre rock formation and...
Ah. There she is. Gilgamesh blinks and glances back at her, more than a little irritable himself at having his schemes interrupted, then marches right up to her. Waves his hand around, gives her ahoge a few tugs, sticks his tongue out. Still alive after all that insolence? Still alive, it would so seem. She really must be out of it.]
Her mouth's open. How cute.
[This is apparently the prevailing thought on Gilgamesh's mind. He smears a dab of the jelly around her lip and figures she'll thank him later for it. How to fix this, though? The last time someone had been petrified, they'd had to—
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, that's a definitely an expression that should not be on his face ever. The gears are turning, the mind's plotting, and he's wearing a sneer so vile even the devil might look away in disgust. He glances over to Adra and gives him a nudge.]
The maiden requires a kiss from us, I believe. So shall it be you or me? Quickly! We must remedy the situation at once, by any means necessary!
[Fortunately, said situation may very well resolve itself another way. He's certainly gazing deeply into her eyes, but for all the wrong reasons.]
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Ah. There she is. Gilgamesh blinks and glances back at her, more than a little irritable himself at having his schemes interrupted, then marches right up to her. Waves his hand around, gives her ahoge a few tugs, sticks his tongue out. Still alive after all that insolence? Still alive, it would so seem. She really must be out of it.]
Her mouth's open. How cute.
[This is apparently the prevailing thought on Gilgamesh's mind. He smears a dab of the jelly around her lip and figures she'll thank him later for it. How to fix this, though? The last time someone had been petrified, they'd had to—
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, that's a definitely an expression that should not be on his face ever. The gears are turning, the mind's plotting, and he's wearing a sneer so vile even the devil might look away in disgust. He glances over to Adra and gives him a nudge.]
The maiden requires a kiss from us, I believe. So shall it be you or me? Quickly! We must remedy the situation at once, by any means necessary!
[Fortunately, said situation may very well resolve itself another way. He's certainly gazing deeply into her eyes, but for all the wrong reasons.]