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Who: Leo & other people
When: October
Where: Various places
What: This is a catch all log for October things
Rating: G?? Most likely.

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[babbylon]

I'll be taking you off these steps very shortly.

[Uh-oh. This seems to be escalating an alarming rate. At least the poor worker makes a getaway in the calamity, but Gilgamesh seems... upset. With his prey escaped, he has only Leo to focus on, and there's a lot of rage building in his tone and in his expression that suggests it was foolish to draw his ire.

But surely he wouldn't start a fight in a public area. Surely.]

What is the purpose for your ruckus rousing, mongrel? I've no issue taking those books off your hands and clobbering you over the head with them.

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[ leo doesn't seem particularly concerned or worried when he looks at gilgamesh. he's calm, in fact, staring at him with a flat, unimpressed gaze. it would take more than this to intimidate him, considering who his father was. gilgamesh looks more like a common thug, like this. ]

I see you're having trouble making the distinction between your behavior and others', or you're projecting.

[ who's making a ruckus? it certainly isn't leo. ]

You're welcome to try, but I don't guarantee you'll succeed. You'll just be making more of a fool of yourself than you already are.

[babbylon]

[That provokes a sneer.]

I am a Queen, and one of utmost distinction. Likely I'd sweep you away with the wind before you could so much as blink a traitorous lash.

[Gilgamesh leans in, which is most unfortunate because his breath stinks of too much wine and his grin of too much bravado. If he can't have a date for the evening, he'll settle for target practice for the day—or at least a few minutes until the crying starts.]

If you're critiquing my good standing as a man, then I accept your challenge. You may duel me for the rights to enter this building.

[...yes, he's being entirely serious.]

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[ the stench of alcohol is repulsive, but not more so than the behavior being displayed right now. while leo is perfectly aware that he's not acting so maturely himself, gilgamesh is putting on a spectacularly embarrassing show.

he takes a step back simply to get away from that face, face scrunching in distaste. his grip around the books tighten in precaution - because as piss drunk as gilgamesh comes across, there's no telling how much danger he actually poses. ]

Your good standing was compromised the moment you decided to make a spectacle of yourself. Don't worsen it.

[ he doesn't want a fight right here - the library could get damaged. there are onlookers. if anything, he'd much rather stomp gilgamesh's face in where there is no danger of collateral damage... ]

[babbylon]

Of course I'm making a spectacle. All the world should have their eyes on me.

[So that says plenty about just who Leo's dealing with here. The diplomatic option doesn't seem viable, unfortunately.

Gilgamesh just smiles, seeing Leo back off, and makes a shooing motion with his hands... as if he's addressing some errant dog rather than an actual person. It would appear he has little respect for others and even less for his own dignity, though of course he'd argue to the contrary.]

If you're too cowardly, however, I understand. You may flee with your tail between your legs, as your kind so often does. Heh.