[Gilgamesh doesn't appear bothered by this revelation. He just hums and continues combing, occasionally pausing to run his fingers through a few rebellious strands the comb couldn't quite catch. And sometimes, those same fingers will skim along the back of his neck, tracing little symbols in his skin that only he can read.
He smiles faintly when their eyes meet. Of course, Gilgamesh has nothing to hide from anyone, so he'd claim.]
Were you after a piece, as well?
[An assumption answered with another. But was it really?]
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He smiles faintly when their eyes meet. Of course, Gilgamesh has nothing to hide from anyone, so he'd claim.]
Were you after a piece, as well?
[An assumption answered with another. But was it really?]