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[wardance]

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"this is gonna be rich."

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[babbylon]

Cute.

[Masamune, your purposeful inflection is seriously failing you here. Stop.]

So you're a man who favors swords, hm? Is that right?

[wardance]

[ damnit. ]

Yeah.

[ sudden topic change is causing a bit of uncertainty here now but he doesn't hesitate to answer, at least. ]

[babbylon]

[And then, just like that, with a flourish of his hand, Gilgamesh produces all six of Masamune's signature swords. They are not quite identical to his own, but so similar in shape and size it could not possibly be a coincidence. He's showing off, making a point here: look what I can do, look what I know about you.]

How are these, then? Adequate, I presume?

[wardance]

[ Yeah, that's not creepy at all. Masamune's expression flickers then, confused and surprised but also combing to feel a little bit... helpless, because how is he even supposed to react to something like this? It disappears from his face in a second, but he finds himself reaching for something than a direct answer. ]

Adequate for what, exactly?

[ you better just be showing off and not be planning on using those as part of courtship or something is2g. ]

[babbylon]

Oh, all kinds of things. It really just depends.

[Masamune, what have you gotten yourself into...]

[wardance]

I'm listening.

[ good question... he doesn't know. He doesn't really want to know, either. ]

[babbylon]

Have you ever played with knives upon your flesh...? It's quite pleasant, under the right circumstances.

[Oh. So it's that kind of thing.]

[wardance]

[ oh. yeah. that sort of thing. ]

I'm actually gonna have to take your word for it, King.

[babbylon]

It was merely a suggestion.

[Which means he's getting off easy. The swords disappear as if they never were.]

If you've differing tastes, then say so. I'm certain accommodations could be made.

[wardance]

[ he sort of doesn't get it. ]

Differing tastes? I'm not really sure what you're looking to get out of me here.

[ He doesn't have a kink list if that's what you're going for, Gil. he's had vanilla sex experience and not a hell of a lot of it.

It's obvious he's not simply being coy: he clearly seems to not be grasping all of this talk and discussion going on between them.

(In truth, he kind of does have a vague inkling from the voice in the back of his mind that is forever suggesting and forever pushing towards the carnal pleasures. Even now it strikes offering that perhaps he should reconsider wanting to find out more about Gilgamesh's suggestion. He'd probably like it, even, if he gave it a chance. So why not why not why not...) ]

[babbylon]

Are you a virgin, by chance?

[Answer carefully, Masamune. Your whole world could change based on your answer.]

[wardance]

[ Ah fuck. Why this question.

Masamune doesn't think about it all, not sure which way might be better to answer and how far it may differ from the truth. ]

...'Tch. No.

[ Not technically. ] Just... none of that. Not with people like you. [ none of that extra, not even a lot of men, nevermind on levels like that. Mostly, though, Masamune is a little surprised he just admitted to even that much. It's not exactly information he's eager to share with the public. ]

[babbylon]

It is alright.

[Surprisingly, Gilgamesh opts for a reassuring tone rather than one of mockery. His smile is deceptively gentle; his eyes curiously bright.]

But perhaps I should be more straightforward: I am propositioning you. Is that a problem?

[wardance]

[ ohhh. Look at him. ]

—No. [ When this one says it like that's its kind of hard to just say YES. It's a free country... probably. Besides, Masamune guesses it's not technically a problem considering how the rest of the city is acting. ]

You just might want to take someone else more willing to put out, though. I'm not really sure I've embraced the revolution of how this place is like a sex brothel on drugs. I mean, you're worthy of only the best treatment, yeah?

[ Aka it feels skeevy here so maybe find another slut for your adventures. ]

[babbylon]

Is a dragon not worthy of the same?

[Smooth operator, this one.]

Why don't you stop by and pay me a visit? If you're really that fond of treasure, I'm certain to have something you like.

[wardance]

A visit where?

[babbylon]

My oasis. Just beyond the city.

[Gilgamesh pans the portal view outside, giving Masamune a general lay of the land. Namely the large, distinctive red-and-gold tents.]

You may relax here, with me. I shall graciously permit it.

[wardance]

[ hiswhat ]

I'll keep it in mind if I'm out that way, then.

[babbylon]

I eagerly await your visit, daimyo.

[It sounds oh so sweet coming from his lips... perhaps too sweet.]

[wardance]

[ yeah... is this the same guy who just was flaunting his own blades at him a few moments ago? ]

Don't be too eager, I'm not going out in that desert again for a while. I hate this environment. [ it's not a lie, if one bothers trying to more closely inspect what is behind Masamune, he's actually... actually outside, but what looks to be a very shaded area of a building. Sure enough, that's exactly where he is, including plastering himself the stone walling which is the coolest area the dragon has managed to find in this dumb place. Not surprising, maybe. Water dragons without water are probably not very happy and that's what eastern dragons are. He'd rather be stuck in the middle of an invested demon area with weather conditions more favorable than this.

And just to be super clear: ]

You could have the most thrilling treasures and sex out of this world that I would die for, but I'm still not going unless your oasis has a snow machine.

[ what a miserable little dragon brat. and this is you being nice (and creepy)-- you sure this is what you want Gilgamesh? Dragons aren't that rare are they. ]

[babbylon]

[Simply:]

It does.

1/3 ; you're a terrible person

[wardance]

[ ? ? ? ]

2/3 ; trying to lure him to the van

[wardance]

W—

[ WHAt ]

—No, fuck you, you're a liar!? [ from where...!? ]

3/3 ; with freakin' snowcones!!!???

[wardance]

. . . this better not be a long walk or I'm turning around.

[ Masa, why... you don't even know a snow machine is, you idiot...!!! ]

[babbylon]

[Just to rub it in, Gilgamesh summons himself a snowcone and daintily begins lapping at it. Daintily, and... a bit suggestively... oh.]

Don't delay, dragon.