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IC INBOX - kaisou
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username: dark slayer | ✉ ☏ 📷 |
username: dark slayer | ✉ ☏ 📷 |
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excuse as vittore is just. gonna get up and show himself around, whether or not gilgamesh leads him around. opening every door, looking at everything there is to see.
hm. ]
You could use some furniture.
If there is anything in the Auguries storeroom that suits your fancy, I will allow you to use it here until you fill it out a bit more.
[ see he can be generous too ]
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you gonna try and steak Gil's teapot
Gil will follow after Vergil with a swagger, smirking, hand on on his hip as he pokes into various rooms, and the sketch of Gilgamesh's lifestyle settles in--he's got a bed in one of the rooms, a few chairs in another, and there's the beginning set ups of a dining area. everything else is sort of... bric-a-brac and hastily put together. ]
Yes, yes, I'll pay you for the full rate of your offerings.
[ ... and it whiffs completely over Gil's head. ]
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You never told me when your birthday was, first nor last.
You need not pay me back for whatever you take from my storeroom.
Consider whatever you deem fine enough to furnish your home a gift from me.
Do not pay me.
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[ look, Gilgamesh is a rich magpie, he has no sense. he likes shiny objects and a lot of them. ]
Why shouldn't I pay you? It'd be robbery for me to put my hands into your stores and take without compensating you fairly.
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Just because your birthday passed while I was put under too many magic implements to name does not mean I will wait until next year to give you something.
It is not robbery.
It is a gift.
...
It is what friends do. Give each other gifts. Gil.
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[ it's said with a sort of lackadaisical amusement, as if this is a common problem that common people have, as Vergil makes his promises and his grand declarations, and Gilgamesh is left to...think.
never a good idea.
he gives Vergil a Look, pupils pulled to slits, head cocked in a thoughtful way; the way a cat might contemplate a mouse, hands folding in front of him as Vergil makes a grand proclamation about friendship that needles just deep enough that it almost scratches the surface of another memory, and so, Gilgamesh speaks. ]
Perhaps we should clarify some things, then. We keep tangling language around one another and coming to, what I think you find to be, unsatisfactory conclusions. Might I speak plainly?
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[ but then comes that... question, and he blinks a little, confused.
He tips his head to the side... but then nods, once. ]
You may ask what you wish.
I will not keep anything hidden from you, I feel I owe you at least that much.
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[ he gives a magnanimous little handwave as he turns to face Vergil head-on, arms folding across his chest as he takes up--a stance? pulled to his full height, eyes lidded, looking imperious and regal and completely emotionally closed off as he pulls out the tangled mess of feelings from his guts and slaps it down on the table between them. ]
You've gotten rather familiar with the word 'friend', Mr. Vittore. Ten years ago, when we first met, I tried the friendly overtures, I tried the romantic overtures, and you informed me, in plain language, that you would prefer if our relationship stayed to a more formal, business-like approach, and I respected that.
Having you raise a temper with me, get cross with me when I attempt to enforce the boundaries that you set feels like a cruel joke, Mr. Vittore. I'm a black-hearted capitalist, not an idiot; I do not appreciate humor at my expense when I've not earned the ridicule. Are you teasing me? Or is this some sort of odd game you've been put up to?
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theyd become a sort of mantra, and most; like gil; had given up any attempt to have the relationship be anything but professional. But the difference was, gil always lingered, even if he knew what Vittore had asked--demanded, nay. While others would curtly leave when business was concluded.
It'd given Vergil room to get more used to having the man around.
And now, as he is... knowing he cannot go through life demanding to be left on his own, he... truly does regret cutting off every relationship short. afraid of being used, or afraid of getting too close to anyone because he was simply bad at 'being a friend'.
He sighs, very quietly. Pinching the bridge of his nose as he nods. he won't disagree with gil. Thinking up a response that is... proper. ]
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I said that to many, over the years. But as someone who is very aware of myself, and yet at the same time, blind to just as many things, I have come, in recent, to realise I had made a grave error.
Rather, I was a fool to try to conduct my life in a way where I made no attachments, out of a fear of disappointing others, or revealing what a truly unpalatable person I am when it comes to being personable.
I am terrible at getting along with others. I am awkward and stiff. I do not understand what most others consider to be 'fun', I am firmly logical and miss things such as jokes and sarcasm. It makes for more than a dozen awkward situations, or I frustrate someone to a point where they become upset.
...Such as when I attempted to jump out a window when a certain. Friend of mine tried to get me to dance with him.
To avoid interactions like these, I had settled myself with the idea of never making a friend. Because it was easier on me.
Because it would be easier on anyone I would subject to my particular brand of companionship.
...I was wrong.
It was a very selfish, narrow-minded way of thinking, and I was a fool for thinking I could continue through life, grow old, and be content with having nobody but myself as company.
I was wrong. And I apologise that you were subject to my idiocy back then.
And can only ask if you would give me a second chance.