When the snowy spouts approach, Gilgamesh weaves his body agilely around them. He doesn't attempt to plow through or vanish this time, but rather makes a show of he can bend himself, how we can weave his figure with effortless grace however he pleases. What started as retaliation quickly becomes performance art as Gilgamesh glides his way to Masamune, twisting circles and grinning coyly at the other man. This is flirtation, courtship, plain and simply. It cannot be called anything else.
It would be impossible not to notice his discomfort, so ever so cleverly he asks:]
Chilly?
[He would be, too, if he weren't a Servant and thus immune to the sort of thing. He cozies up close to Masamune's side and shares some precious body heat.]
Were you truly ready to "play" with me? Or was that simply dragon's bravado talking?
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When the snowy spouts approach, Gilgamesh weaves his body agilely around them. He doesn't attempt to plow through or vanish this time, but rather makes a show of he can bend himself, how we can weave his figure with effortless grace however he pleases. What started as retaliation quickly becomes performance art as Gilgamesh glides his way to Masamune, twisting circles and grinning coyly at the other man. This is flirtation, courtship, plain and simply. It cannot be called anything else.
It would be impossible not to notice his discomfort, so ever so cleverly he asks:]
Chilly?
[He would be, too, if he weren't a Servant and thus immune to the sort of thing. He cozies up close to Masamune's side and shares some precious body heat.]
Were you truly ready to "play" with me? Or was that simply dragon's bravado talking?