[closed] I want, I want, I want...

[babbylon]

Who: Gilgamesh and Hakuno
When: Shortly before the dungeon.
Where: Caissa
What: Master and Servant go on their very first date together! Hopefully it's not a complete disaster...
Rating: Probably general audiences nah it's pretty PG-13 after that boobgrab.

[Dates weren't exactly an everyday occurrence for Gilgamesh—at least not planned ones, his outings as King were far more demanding and, uh, compulsory—but he's fallen into stride with them easily enough here. He actually didn't have any swimwear prior to Hakuno's suggestion of a pool, so he's picked up a simple pair of patterned golden shorts and matching sandals for that very purpose before heading out to meet her by her door.

Of course, that's all he's wearing by the time he arrives, but it's nothing she hasn't seen in the past. He greets her with a friendly wave and a big grin, and if there's any sign of tension from their previous conversation, as always it has all but evaporated.]

There you are, girl! I presume you almost ready for our grand undertaking?

[...never mind it being a date. Now it's a grand undertaking.]

Comments

[sealeted]

[Haha, the sweet silence of momentary victory. At the barest of minimums, she does understand that he was trying to rile him up. She's not thatoblivious. She just... completely misconstrues his motivations at the moment. She thinks he's just teasing, pushing and prodding to see her jump and huff at him. The 'mood' he's actually aiming to get her worked up into is as different as day from night, metaphorically speaking.

She floats after him, a little amused at what she perceives as a particularly dramatic over reaction, even in the shadow of the spear he almost launched.]

...you okay?

[babbylon]

You are a troublesome woman.

[But, even as he says this, he's pulling her closer so they can now drift together on the waves. It isn't bad to sit back and let go completely, sometimes... after all the excitement on the slide, maybe he just needs a moment of peace to collect himself. Just a moment to think.]

[sealeted]

That's a step up from boring.

[She goes along with it, feeling her hair fan out beneath her in the water and lacing her fingers together over her stomach. It's nice, just floating like this. Peaceful, but still different enough from her near-death that she can purely enjoy it.]

[babbylon]

Oh? Did I ever call you boring?

[It's hard to believe, in retrospect. She's... plain, surely, with a bland figure that most men would ignore and no woman would envy, but there's another appeal to her—perhaps her determination, her willfulness, or her loyalty. All of these things made it easy to overlook all that she lacked.

He does like her. He realizes that now. And he'd resolved so hard against it, too.]

Well, don't pay any mind to it. I suppose even I can be thoughtless on occasion...

[He supposes.]

[sealeted]

Mm.

[If he hadn't said it outright, he had certainly implied it, of that much she is sure.

That earth shattering moment of self-awareness is enough to make er turn her head to look at him, eyebrows lifting.]

My, my. What a conscientious lugal.

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh picks at her cheek, sticking out his tongue in a deliberate show of defiance.]

I have always been a conscientious ruler. Your teasing goes too far to imply otherwise, little Master.

[sealeted]

Well, it's good you can self-reflect.

[Hakuno angles her head away, sticking her tongue out in return.]

[babbylon]

[Okay, but if she does that he's just going to lean down and bite it...]

[sealeted]

Geh—?!

[SPLASH.]

[babbylon]

[IT'S ON LIKE BABYLON, MOTHERFUCKER

SPLASHES BACK]

[sealeted]

[SPLASHES MORE.]

[babbylon]

[SPLASHES TIMES INFINITY

YOU CAN'T WIN THIS WAR, MONGREL, DON'T EVEN TRY]

[sealeted]

[Very true. that's why she uses his overkill as a smokescreen—splash screen?—and ducks away after a few seconds.

She heaves herself out of the pool and runs for the sanctuary of the slide.]

[babbylon]

[Contemplates trying the javelin trick again...

Nah, let her run. He's feeling particularly sparing of cowardice today. Gilgamesh retreats to his bag by the side of the pool, but for her disobedience he'll be reaching for one of her drinks stashed away in there instead. Snooze you lose, girl.]

[sealeted]

[Once she determines he isn't pounding after her with cruel intentions, she takes the steps at a much safer pace, and enjoys her solo ride down.

She had also completely expected one of her drinks to be purloined, which is part of why she splurged and picked out two.]

How's it taste?

[babbylon]

Acceptable.

[Gilgamesh stares after her expectantly, like a boy nursing a crush and hoping they might take notice... but only for a second or two before his features rearrange themselves back into implacable authoritativeness. Poker face!]

Come try it with me. It's yours.

[Then why did you take it, Gil? Little boy, indeed.]

[sealeted]

What a ringing endorsement.

[Hakuno obligingly swims over, pulling herself over the edge and sitting next to him. She hadn't been sure if he would do the obvious and go for the gold, or surprise her and take the pink instead. Still, she doesn't hesitate to take both his hand and the bottle in her own, raising it to her lips for a sip.]

Mm. I picked out a pretty good one.

[babbylon]

[It was just the right thing to say, as it turns out. Gilgamesh puffs up his chest and revels in what was clearly intended as a personal compliment; what else could she have meant by it? And, cordially, he returns the favor in coded language.]

It seems I have selected something "pretty good" as well.

[And he looks at her with nothing short of radiant approval. A Servant gazing proudly upon their Master.]

[sealeted]

[That does actually fall within the realm of oblique doublespeak she can catch hold of, perhaps because it has nothing overtly to do with the concept of Gilgamesh wanting to know her biblically. It brings a flush to her cheeks and a brightness to her eyes because—

Because he did choose her, didn't he?

She never pushed or shoved, not really, and it isn't as though she could just impose her own favorability on him. She takes another sip from the bottle, her fingers tightening over his for a brief moment.]

Well, your good taste is already pretty much legendary, isn't it?

[babbylon]

Go on.

[...oops. Now he just wants to be complimented even more.]

[sealeted]

...

[...well, pampering him every once in a while shouldn't be bad. She nestles her temple against his bicep.]

Good taste, and strength. Prideful, and steadfast, as long as it's worth your time. Maybe a bit whimsical every now and again, but there's something to be said for not letting other people belittle your desires, right?

[babbylon]

[A single kiss atop the crown of her head follows.]

You forgot exorbitantly handsome.

[sealeted]

Well, that's just self-evident, isn't it?

[She brushes her bangs out of her eyes, grinning up at him. This pompous king...]

[babbylon]

[Guess who's getting dragged onto his lap now. This mongrel.]

I'd venture you want your turn as well?

[sealeted]

I don't need it.

[More to the point, she knows his compliments can range from embarrassingly verbose to backhanded. So she just settles in his lap and leans back against his chest.]

This is enough for me.

[His regard, the promise they made, being able to see him laugh and smile freely.

It's enough.]