[And Gilgamesh just... lets it go. Decides to pretend this never happened, scoops himself up from the floor and retrieves his bowl from the counter, digging right in as an excuse not to say anything. The worst part is that it's good, it's really good, and so he can't really bark at her for screwing anything up.
This woman was a walking, talking disaster. That might also explain why he can't seem to stay away—fatal, and mutual, attraction.]
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This woman was a walking, talking disaster. That might also explain why he can't seem to stay away—fatal, and mutual, attraction.]