You will want what I want, eventually. All human beings do; they are not built to be singular creatures. And when you want...
[Gilgamesh leans back with what might be a familiarly smug expression.]
Would you not prefer your horizons to be open and broad, rather than restricted to what's right in front of your eyes?
[Gilgamesh leans back with what might be a familiarly smug expression.]
Would you not prefer your horizons to be open and broad, rather than restricted to what's right in front of your eyes?
You want to be wanted.
[Well, that's fair. And he can't rightly argue against holding someone precious in your heart, either. Suddenly he's regretting he didn't bring some wine into the tub to sip on; it made for a convenient distraction from things he didn't especially care to answer.]
It is not wrong. But if that day should come, that precious person may also be the one to hurt you the most.
[Well, that's fair. And he can't rightly argue against holding someone precious in your heart, either. Suddenly he's regretting he didn't bring some wine into the tub to sip on; it made for a convenient distraction from things he didn't especially care to answer.]
It is not wrong. But if that day should come, that precious person may also be the one to hurt you the most.
That sort of narrative does sound suspect... now it seems as though you've found yourself in a "reverse" harem situation instead.
[Why, yes. He's also unfairly genre savvy. Comes with the territory of knowing everything about everything.]
That is fine. The outcome has already been determined, so you may meander however you please to the finish line. I shall enjoy watching you all the while.
[Why, yes. He's also unfairly genre savvy. Comes with the territory of knowing everything about everything.]
That is fine. The outcome has already been determined, so you may meander however you please to the finish line. I shall enjoy watching you all the while.
You are almost too easy a catch, little Master.
[Gilgamesh chuckles with prize in hand, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping her up like a mummy. Compared to his sudden approach, he's soft here, toweling through her hair and over her frame as a parent would with a child. After all that luxurious soaking, she looks, feels, and smells divine. Her body will thank her for it later.]
We should do this more often. With all the mischief you get up to, you collect a lot of dirt.
[Only Gilgamesh insults you while indulging you. At his core, her Servant really hasn't changed at all.]
[Gilgamesh chuckles with prize in hand, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping her up like a mummy. Compared to his sudden approach, he's soft here, toweling through her hair and over her frame as a parent would with a child. After all that luxurious soaking, she looks, feels, and smells divine. Her body will thank her for it later.]
We should do this more often. With all the mischief you get up to, you collect a lot of dirt.
[Only Gilgamesh insults you while indulging you. At his core, her Servant really hasn't changed at all.]
[Dryly:]
Perhaps you should.
[Gilgamesh rubs her clean before hauling her off, cradled against his chest, to the master bedroom. Vietnam wasn't home quite yet, leaving the room empty for the moment; not that it would've mattered much either way, as she would've understood and accepted the situation quickly. Depositing the still wrapped Hakuno on the bed, he rummages in his closet, tossing out a big, loose shirt of his for her to wear. This one, to be precise.]
Take this. I believe it a customary practice between boyfriend and girlfriend to wear each others' clothing to bed.
[Never mind that they were nothing like that... or that Gilgamesh continued to parade around in the nude, comfortable as could be.]
Are undergarments also required? Panties... panties, panties, panties...
[There's just something funny about hearing a five thousand year old ancient say panties, panties, panties.]
Perhaps you should.
[Gilgamesh rubs her clean before hauling her off, cradled against his chest, to the master bedroom. Vietnam wasn't home quite yet, leaving the room empty for the moment; not that it would've mattered much either way, as she would've understood and accepted the situation quickly. Depositing the still wrapped Hakuno on the bed, he rummages in his closet, tossing out a big, loose shirt of his for her to wear. This one, to be precise.]
Take this. I believe it a customary practice between boyfriend and girlfriend to wear each others' clothing to bed.
[Never mind that they were nothing like that... or that Gilgamesh continued to parade around in the nude, comfortable as could be.]
Are undergarments also required? Panties... panties, panties, panties...
[There's just something funny about hearing a five thousand year old ancient say panties, panties, panties.]
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