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[babbylon]

[Nothing could be safer... nor more dangerous, depending upon the King's mood. But like this, he's about as threatening as a kitten. Retreiving a soft sponge and a bar of soap, he works up a nice lather and then grasps one of Hakuno's hands to slowly clean and, effectively, spoil. After all, she's still a guest in his home, so she deserves the very best treatment.]

I visit quite frequently. You never know what interesting sorts of people you might meet...

[Or, by Gilgamesh's definition, harass. It's a wonder why he hasn't been banned from the premises yet.]

[sealeted]

Maybe. I'm... well, I'm still getting used to showing skin in front of people I don't know.

[She heaves a sigh, blowing small ripples in the water even as she begins to really relax under his careful ministrations.]

The Battle Shift will certainly help kill off my knee-jerk desire for modesty soon enough.

[Is she... pouting?]

[babbylon]

[Is she? He laughs a little, gives her a chaste peck on the cheek as he washes.]

Surely it is not so bad.

[sealeted]

It's got a neckline almost to my belly button.

[Oh, that's right. Gilgamesh hasn't seen it yet.]

How does that make sense, in a fight?

[babbylon]

In certain fantasy RPGs, that's actually a statistical advantage.

[The more you know.]

[sealeted]

Well, in this world it's an invitation to get slashed across the chest.

[She rubs the area between her breasts with a rueful grimace]

[babbylon]

[Does that mean he can rub there too... because he's going to try.]

Nonsense. This area will be well-protected.

[sealeted]

[Surprisingly, yes. Most likely because they are not in public and she knows he has zero interest in her chest.]

What makes you so sure?

[babbylon]

[At least he has an excuse of getting her nice and clean, rather than randomly groping. Bathtime could be awfully convenient for, ahem, under the radar exploration.]

Because, naturally, I will be defending it.

[sealeted]

That's a nice thing to say, but you can't always be by my side. And, as a King, it's my duty to do the protecting, isn't it?

[She tilts her head back to glance at him.]

I've already taken a hit or two.

[babbylon]

[Poking at her cheek.]

I am still the King, in soul and in spirit, so that makes it my responsibility.

[sealeted]

Well, yes, but...

[She bumps the back of her head against his shoulder.]

I want to be able to stand on my own, rather than just clinging to your back all the time, too.

[babbylon]

Because you are too meddlesome for your own good.

[He kisses the very top of it and holds her a little closer.]

I will have to instruct you properly, soon. It seems as though you have gotten off-task with this.

[sealeted]

Off-task? How so?

[She knits her brows together slightly, uncertain as to what he might mean. She's sure she has been trying her best; learning healing spells, practicing her two new strengths, is learning to kick and defend herself, using blades and... All sorts of things. She's doing her best.]

[babbylon]

Master and Servant... in your world, were they not meant to fight together? As one?

[sealeted]

Well, yes, that is how it went. But, in this world... I'm not your only Master. Your priorities will inevitably split—and you have a wife and a Knight besides. It would be weirder if I did consider myself your top priority, wouldn't it?

[babbylon]

Even if I do not have to, I would like to.

[The sponge glides along her back, now. Working its way in between delicate shoulderblades, across her neck, down her spine in smooth motions. And his fingers graze her skin, too, just the very tips, as he stares into that mess of dark hair at her nape.]

I would like to be there, with you, whenever battle approaches.

[sealeted]

[She leans forward, partly to make it easier on him and partly so she can avoid meeting his eyes. Despite her precautions, the tips of her ears are very noticeably red, and she's fiddling with the hair swept forward over her shoulders.]

...I can't imagine a situation where I'd turn away your help. But, even if you aren't there every time, I won't ever blame you.

[babbylon]

If I was the one to rescue you from the dark...

[His hand pauses, briefly, over the top of an arm.]

I can't imagine a situation where I'd abandon you to it once again.

[sealeted]

'Abandon' is a pretty extreme word to use, don't you think?

[babbylon]

For an extreme sort of man. There is simply no telling what I am capable of...

[sealeted]

You certainly are extreme. But, you're passionate, too. I won't trap you in a promise like that if it means you might have to ignore other people dear to you.

[babbylon]

To the contrary, the only one trapped here is—

[Gilgamesh leans down...

...

...

...and blows a big, silly raspberry in her ear! What an imp.]

[sealeted]

Uwagh?!

[Hakuno jolts forward at the sudden, utterly unexpected maneuver. She gets a face full of water and comes up sputtering with laughter as she tries to comb her soaked hair into some form of order]

—a... a stunning re-rebuttal, that.

[babbylon]

[Too late! Gilgamesh makes a grab for her before she can fully recover, which means she gets a bunch of kisses raining down on said face and strong arms effectively entrapping her in their grip. And Gilgamesh's head digging into her shoulder with a lot of ticklish teething.]

As to be expected, you have no defense against me! Give up...!

[...well, she really should've expected this.]