[Definitely not letting go. Pulling her closer, in fact, and right on top of his lap as he sits up. He does, however, hand back the stuffed animal, settling back expectantly. Gift-giving was an extended affair in his culture; scampering away like that was a sign of serious disrespect, and he's not having it. Not in his own house.]
Now, then...
[Gilgamesh folds his hands in a show of good manners, glances to her with a calmer air.]
What do you have for me? I shall excuse that isn't appropriately wrapped this time.
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Now, then...
[Gilgamesh folds his hands in a show of good manners, glances to her with a calmer air.]
What do you have for me? I shall excuse that isn't appropriately wrapped this time.