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𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊 *
As the mountain of a man placed down their shared dinner, Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow at the swiftness he had prepared their meal.
Picking up a spoon he'd gently scoop chunks of tofu into his mouth, hoping the taste wouldn't
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no.
i just wish to attempt the mongrel food of the modern era and see if there are diamonds in the rough.
why not honor him in the process by indulging in one of his favorite foods?
ᅠnow cook for me or begone; i don't need my motives to be questioned
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Sitting the Lancer back down Gilgamesh stood proudly in front of them.
“ Don't worry, Enkidu. I'm not the weak leader from before - I'd do everything to never lose this nostalgia again. “
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Taking in their loving embrace, he stood there listening to the woe of Enkidu.
Placing a hand atop their head a gently comb of their hair as he slowly lowered the pair down.
“ What kind of King. . . no . . what kind of friend would I be? “
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don't refer to me as a /GOD/.
that moniker is filthy - i am a King and nothing more.
don't you understand Mongrel?
ᅠ⠀everyone should know their place in the world, do i have to remind you yours?
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“ You're pathetic, it's an insult you share the blood of Gods with me. Do you wish to express regret? “
𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝒀 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑻
Earrings jangled with every slow step forward - a hand reaches out forcefully cupping the woman
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stare down.
Vermillion cat-like slits scowl into Venus' soul . . . . despite the anger he spoke - eyes held a sadness within.
“ Again. With purpose - “
The man's grip tightened with the refusal of letting go, each jerk of face sending jolts of
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