[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

[babbylon]

You are certainly interesting yourself.

[That's all she gets. Interesting. But in Gilgamesh's world, that can make all the difference.]

[sealeted]

I'd be worried if you said you fancied something boring.

[Well, she'd check him for a fever, at least.]

[babbylon]

Well, I fancied Kirei...

[...

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...no, actually, that was a lie. I apologize.

[sealeted]

Kirei as in... Father Kotomine?

[She blinks, before shaking her head.]

Ah, of course you must mean the original one.

[babbylon]

Kirei was my Master, when last I left our world.

[He frowns, deeply. Suddenly it's no so much a joke as slightly upsetting.]

I did not dislike him. I did not like him, either, and I hold him at fault for abandoning me.

[sealeted]

I see... Maybe some of that trickled in. He didn't seem to want me to get too close to Father Kotomine back in the Moon Cell, after all.

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh stops walking, abruptly, and halts her as well.]

Hakuno. If Kirei should ever come to this world, I urge you to keep your distance. He has been distorted... warped, by something... which attracted me to him in the first place. He's an addicting presence, to be sure. But he will hurt you if given the chance, even for his own amusement.

[Gilgamesh actually seems scared. Or, if not scared, then distinctly bothered by the idea of the two of them interacting for any significant period of time. Maybe it would be fun to watch for awhile, but inevitably, Kirei would cave to his baser nature and plot against her, inflicting the sort of suffering even he cannot espouse.

And Gilgamesh won't allow anyone to do that—anyone else, besides him.]

I must be your first call if you should see him. Afford me this much, Hakuno.

[sealeted]

O-Okay. I promise.

[Her own experiences with the Moon Cell's Kotomine were enough to let her know that he was a warped man, but perhaps their shared identity as NPCs sapped some of the danger from him. In a strange, strange way, she can look back on their somewhat barbed exchanged with the vaguest sort of fondness. Perhaps Gilgamesh picked up on that. Perhaps that's why he seems so urgent.]

If something like that happens, I'll call you.

[babbylon]

Hopefully, you would not have to, if I might kill him first.

[At least they've arrived now, so they'll have food to distract them from what's become an awkward conversation.]

[sealeted]

Kill him?

[Well, that's... pretty much in line with what he mentioned in regards to the late Mr. Tohsaka.]

But, here... Death can be momentary, isn't it?

[babbylon]

Then I suppose I'd best keep doing it...

[...maybe they'd better sit down...]

[sealeted]

[Good plan. She picks out a table and gently tugs him towards it, wrinkling her brow in thought.]

Eventually, you'd get bored. Or want to spend time doing something also or being with somebody you don't want to kill.

[babbylon]

[He sits down beside her, and, as always, winds up mollified by her words.]

As you say. It is a good thing I have already decided none shall kill you; I will indeed find other means to entertain myself.

[sealeted]

Are you calling me entertaining?

[babbylon]

I daresay you would not be alive right now if you were anything else.

[sealeted]

Definitely true. He would have cut me down in a second and gone back to sleep if I had bored him.

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh pokes at her cheek with a grin.]

If you ever might prove so dull as to put me to sleep, consider our relationship formally revoked.

[sealeted]

That goes without saying. Should I hold you to the same standard?

[babbylon]

Even you aren't so obstinate as to accuse me of such a crime.

[...probably. She was pretty bratty, so in that sense they got along almost too well.]

[sealeted]

Well, it never hurts to be prepared, right?

[She can't actually imagine Gil as boring in any sense, which is why the teasing comes so easy now.]

Say, what do you recommend here?

[babbylon]

I am a fan of their select sandwiches. Pastrami rules supreme, naturally.

[Gilgamesh gestures a waitress over, and... he likes that pastrami so much, he orders three of them.]

But it is your day, so be indulgent. I encourage you to order as you like.

[sealeted]

I've never had it before, so I'll try one too.

[Just one. For all that she loves food, she doesn't make the mistake of stuffing herself.]

Ah, and an order of macaroons and a slice of the gateau.

[babbylon]

[Oh, no. She said it. She said the magic word.]

Macaroons! Macaroons! Macaroons!

[...he's slamming his fists like a toddler on the table...]

[sealeted]

Ah.

[This King...

Hakuno gently catches his fists in her hands and offers a small smile to the waitress.]

We'll have four orders of macaroons too, to start with.

[She doubts they won't finish them, given that glorious display of mature excitement just now, but if they don't they can always take the leftovers with them.]

[babbylon]

Four! Make it forty, on the double!

[Thankfully, the waitress in question seems to understand Gilgamesh's tendency to exaggerate, so with a nervous smile she heads off to fill the order... four, not forty. Gilgamesh swings back to absolutely enthused again, practically bubbling up with energy on the other side of the table.]

Ah, I adore this place! They always know just what I like.

[With a clever smirk:]

And somehow, so do you. You could write a book, you know—"Inside the King."

[...what a poor choice of phrasing.]