[ It's okay. It's not like Yata has to impress his father-in-law at his own damn party, anyway. And even if he does, Adra can't tell them what to do. They're on the same page on this one.
So the boy gets in position, reveling in the aura not unlike his own back home. This will get the job done in two seconds flat. He can feel it!
He starts running and it's absolute chaos.
This souped-up version of Yata bumps into walls and decor, knocking over fragile objects as he tries to scrub, sweep and wipe the mess Gilgamesh made. The effort is in vain; a bag of flour Gil's probably left there topples over the counter and so does a bowl of eggshells. They're quickly followed by a box of baking powder, creating a bigger mess that neither of them had ever imagined.
In front of Gilgamesh, Yata skids to a stop, flour on his nose and hands on his hips. ]
just end me
[ It's okay. It's not like Yata has to impress his father-in-law at his own damn party, anyway. And even if he does, Adra can't tell them what to do. They're on the same page on this one.
So the boy gets in position, reveling in the aura not unlike his own back home. This will get the job done in two seconds flat. He can feel it!
He starts running and it's absolute chaos.
This souped-up version of Yata bumps into walls and decor, knocking over fragile objects as he tries to scrub, sweep and wipe the mess Gilgamesh made. The effort is in vain; a bag of flour Gil's probably left there topples over the counter and so does a bowl of eggshells. They're quickly followed by a box of baking powder, creating a bigger mess that neither of them had ever imagined.
In front of Gilgamesh, Yata skids to a stop, flour on his nose and hands on his hips. ]
How'd I do?
[ He is so hopeful. ]