[ Masamune is glad for the response to his words, including the attempt at showing mock modesty that doesn't quite cut it. It seems very fitting a response coming from the other.
The suggestive comment goes right over his head, even with a candle-vigil invitation staring him in the form of Gilgamesh's eyes. That much is clear in the way he responds: AKA very very literally. ]
—No, actually. I am learning to keep it company. It is still a strange way to sleep, I still like futons most, but I'm getting better at it.
[ Aren't you happy he can offer you surprises like these, King of Heroes? One would have a hard time believing he really missed the real nature of such words, but he lets it roll so easily and slides from one subject to the next that it seems it would have to be true. Or excellent acting on Masamune's part to ignore what he doesn't like to publicly respond to.
His one good eye is paled blue in the night rather than the golden-brown it often turns in the midst of violence. It's a very human color—mostly, but perhaps would suit a fairer-haired person like Gilgamesh himself better. It is striking, nevertheless, a clear opposite to the fire that colors the King's own. Giving a small shake of his head, he lets his hair fall back into place, where his long bangs help cover the patch almost entirely. He learned it's a lot more natural looking to people and they concern themselves less when it's his hair hiding the handicap rather than the simply the obvious patch indicating full intention to conceal something. ]
Haa, I wonder if you'll ever find out. [ He speaks playfully, but his choice to stay quiet—in secret or in lacking a proper answer—is clear. He may be more receptive of the older man now than he was their first meeting, but Masamune does not trust easily. He is suspicious, at best, why that information would even be worth telling. Surely, Gilgamesh is only making small talk—he'll forget about what was said before parting ways this evening, anyway.
He can't imagine what actual interest the other would have to keep that information retained. Right now, small-talk gives Gilgamesh attention, and any attention seems to do when it comes to how picky the other is. At least, that's the impression the young warlord gets. ]
no subject
The suggestive comment goes right over his head, even with a candle-vigil invitation staring him in the form of Gilgamesh's eyes. That much is clear in the way he responds: AKA very very literally. ]
—No, actually. I am learning to keep it company. It is still a strange way to sleep, I still like futons most, but I'm getting better at it.
[ Aren't you happy he can offer you surprises like these, King of Heroes? One would have a hard time believing he really missed the real nature of such words, but he lets it roll so easily and slides from one subject to the next that it seems it would have to be true. Or excellent acting on Masamune's part to ignore what he doesn't like to publicly respond to.
His one good eye is paled blue in the night rather than the golden-brown it often turns in the midst of violence. It's a very human color—mostly, but perhaps would suit a fairer-haired person like Gilgamesh himself better. It is striking, nevertheless, a clear opposite to the fire that colors the King's own. Giving a small shake of his head, he lets his hair fall back into place, where his long bangs help cover the patch almost entirely. He learned it's a lot more natural looking to people and they concern themselves less when it's his hair hiding the handicap rather than the simply the obvious patch indicating full intention to conceal something. ]
Haa, I wonder if you'll ever find out. [ He speaks playfully, but his choice to stay quiet—in secret or in lacking a proper answer—is clear. He may be more receptive of the older man now than he was their first meeting, but Masamune does not trust easily. He is suspicious, at best, why that information would even be worth telling. Surely, Gilgamesh is only making small talk—he'll forget about what was said before parting ways this evening, anyway.
He can't imagine what actual interest the other would have to keep that information retained. Right now, small-talk gives Gilgamesh attention, and any attention seems to do when it comes to how picky the other is. At least, that's the impression the young warlord gets. ]