[Gilgamesh still doesn't say anything, his features schooled strictly neutral. Unreadable, unknowable.
After a moment or so more of staring him down, he holds out the cake again. This time, he seems a little more expectant. At first, he doesn't shy from Masamune's gaze, before those same eyes trail slowly away, off to the side... and then his mouth opens, a bit wider than it would solely for speech.
There's a couple of ways to read this, but all sign points to Gilgamesh accepting—and asking—that he be fed.]
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After a moment or so more of staring him down, he holds out the cake again. This time, he seems a little more expectant. At first, he doesn't shy from Masamune's gaze, before those same eyes trail slowly away, off to the side... and then his mouth opens, a bit wider than it would solely for speech.
There's a couple of ways to read this, but all sign points to Gilgamesh accepting—and asking—that he be fed.]