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[He spoke to Vittore first, because Vittore was far easier to talk to. Yes, he had been trying immeasurably hard to separate Caster from Archer from this Gilgamesh, but when it came to the matter of that Noble Phantasm...Waver would be lying if he said he had put that primal fear completely behind him.]

[But he was trying, which was what led him to reluctantly seek out Gilgamesh with a cake-sized box in hand and a cheerily trilling Sprigatito at his heels.]

...I thought you might be interested in meeting Paracelsus. [Prrrr? The cat tilted its head cutely, radiating a sweet and calming scent as he curiously approached Gilgamesh.] And...well, I brought you something, if you're interested. Do you like castella cake?

[ well this is odd.

of all the people to wander their way to Gilgamesh's sector of the house, he was not expecting that particular Master to darken his doorstep. he blinks once and then looks around, as if to see if there was someone else Waver might be speaking to. ]

Ah, are you here for one of the shiny charms? [ as perplexing as Waver's presence is, he does like little cats.

... especially little green cats. he crouches down to offer the back of his hand for a good sniff of consideration. the mention of something for him earns another perplexed look, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. ] I like sweets well enough, though castella's spongier than I normally seek. [ he's not stupid, so. ] ... did you bring me a cake?

Why?

Well, I...heard what happened. [He shifted uncomfortably, though Paracelsus headbutted Gilgamesh's hand while purring loudly.]

So I wanted to make sure you and Vittore were both keeping your energy up. The fact that it's technically my job to introduce you to my cat is secondary.

I imagine most of Asgard and half of the wet fortress did.

[ Gil, Vergil, and Zulius are not quiet people, and Enuma Elish isn't really a 'to whom it may concern' sort of goodbye.

he runs his fingers behind Paracelsus' little baby ears, giving the lightest of scritches. his eyes soften when they leave Waver to ponder his cat instead. ]

I stayed incorporeal for a few days and Vittore ate enough food and blood to power a small demonic horde. We're fine.

You have a very good cat. I like his hue.

I would hope so, I sure as hell made enough curry. If you don't want it, fine.

[paracelsus is the happiest little cat. he is full of love and radiating that nice calming floral smell whilst enjoying his scritches.]

...He's a grass type, as far as I've noticed they usually gravitate towards some shade of green. This kind specifically is called a Sprigatito.

[ the flower cat is doing wonders to keep Gilgamesh something resembling mellow. ]

I never said I wanted it or not. I'm simply perplexed as to why you made me a cake. Usually you do your level best to either ignore me or be vaguely hostile towards me, so you suddenly coming with baked goods is very intriguing.

[ this might be a two hand scratch project. Para's widdle chin is also very itchable. ]

I'm vaguely hostile to a lot of people, or so I'm told.

[mrrrp?]

Just because you irritate me doesn't mean I want you to disappear.

And yet it feels so personal to me. I'm almost convinced I did something to you at some point.

[ there's a wry look to him as he continues to fixate on the widdle itty baby kittums so that Waver can continue to shore up his bravado--or because, y'know. kibby. ]

Call me surprised to hear that. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm in some sort of danger I've yet to perceive--Bean Man's little cat girl also turned up at my door with a peace offering. Am I dying? If I'm dying I'd like to know so I've time to plan a decent funeral--I'm thinking champagne fountains and women clad in veils in ceiling cages.

[ he's been too sincere lately. it's time to be annoying. ]

You personally? No, you have done nothing to me. [yet]

And while I seriously doubt anything on heaven or earth would actually get rid of you, I thought it would have been nice to be sure you and Vittore both had a little extra energy. I can cook, it's a skill I utilize to maintain my own magical energy, so here I am.

Then why did we spend about a year in a sort of teeth-grit game of ignoring one another as pointedly as possible? [ yet. ]

Vittore ate your curry like a man possessed. It served him very well. [ time to tattle on Vergil; it's one of Gil's favorite hobbies. ] He ate all of it before I had a chance to be corporeal for any stretch of time, the greedy bastard.

So. Cake. Is there a catch to the cake? Things are settled enough and I'm back to solid, am I not?

Bluntly: because your face alone calls to mind several of the worst experiences of my life. Which is hardly your own fault, hence why I am making the desperate effort to act normal about the whole thing.

...There's no catch. If you want it, take it. If not, I'll take it home myself.

Oh, take a ticket and get in line, won't you. [ ... there's a certain lilt to his voice--almost like he's teasing Waver instead of mocking him, but the jury's out as to what intention the King's wearing today.

maybe it's the weed cat putting him in a splendid mood. maybe he's had to confront some things about himself recently.

it's probably the weed though. ]

How am I to trust something that's come from someone who's professed to dislike me to the point that he can't even see my face for how handsome it is? [ as he straightens out, hand on his hip, considering Waver. ] I suppose you'll have to eat a piece with me to prove it's not been tampered with.

I'll even share my wine with you, as a show of good faith.

I don't use poison, for the love of-

[Deep breath. Thank god the mediator cat is happily purring away.]

I suppose that's fair enough.

I doubt the poison would do much, given that I'm a ghost. Laxatives, on the other hand--

[ likely also wouldn't do much but he's having fun seeing Waver's nerve and going poke poke poke right at it, despite the weed cat's best efforts. maybe he's unfortunately an annoying prick when he's in a good mood naturally--the world boggles all the same. ]

We can either take over Vittore's kitchen or I suppose I could see you inside my teapot.

I'm not a child, Gilgamesh.

[he said, huffing in all the annoyance of a smartass nineteen year old. Paracelsus hopped his way right up on hos trainer's shoulder, practically oblivious and just happy to be here.]

Whichever you prefer.

Of course you aren't. You are, however, British, which speaks to a cultural level of petty vindictiveness offset only by a love of orderly queuing and empire-building.

[ pot, meet kettle, you'll fit nicely in the teahouse. Gilgamesh gives a little shrug, then, and waves for Waver to follow him as he goes a few rooms over to where a fancy teapot sits on a display pillow. ]

Close your eyes and let the magic take you, if you've not used one of these before.

[ the lion prefers his den, of course. ]

[Waver opened his mouth to argue-]

[...then stopped and shrugged as if to say 'well, fair enough'.]

[Into the teapot we go.]

[ he's going to be smug about it all the way up to the mansion.

there's a little commotion as the little cotorie of beasts observe the two men wandering in with a sort of good natured fascination--the chocobo dozes contentedly in its little leanto, and a tiny cactus appears to be waddle-jogging his way around a pond with a Big Ass Goldfish. Gil neatly sidesteps Humbaba the Wo-Chien as it tries to bite him, holding the door open for Waver as he allows the man into his House Full of Expensive Gaudy Shit... with Caveats Because Sampo's Doing His Best, Damn It. ]

Have things been fairly peaceful, then? I've mostly been sleeping and catching up on my damned emails. [ and trying to resist Sampo's incessant desire to speed through fifteen years of Doing Stuff. he's failing that one. ]

[why do you have a legendary snai--no, you know what, actually this out of tune orchestra of opulence is exactly what he'd expect from gilgamesh.]

Uh...fairly, I think. [god he hates rich people so much.]I was asleep for a day or two before catching up myself.

[ the goldfish was Chi-Yu and its big ol' eyes, so it gets worse the longer you think about it. ]

Good. Maybe we can have a fortnight before something new explodes and people's heads are turned into pumpkins or something equally inane.

[ living in interesting times sucks and Gilgamesh is gonna poke around his kitchen to find plates and silverware, lazily setting the table and flopping into a chair without much preamble.

he'll then open his hand as a Gate forms above it. ]

[why are you like this.]

A fortnight, maybe, but I wouldn't count on the quiet lasting much longer than-...than that.

[The brief hitch in his voice came, of course, from the sight of the Gate of Babylon and the rapidly repressed urge to flinch.]

[ do you want the short list or the long? ]

Are there any other boiling pots about to bubble over that I should know about? It's wonderfully frustrating to look away for what seems like ten minutes, and then by the time I look back, four different people are grievously injured.

[ his head tips at that hitch in Waver's voice, that suppressed twinge in his demeanor--and blessedly decides not to comment on it as a golden jug and a pair of goblets descend from the Gate to Gil's waiting hands. he sets them in front of himself to fill them in equal measure, and then lifts one to sit next to Waver's thusfar empty plate. ]

I...don't think there's anything else, at least. Not at the moment.

[Right. Of course he kept everything under the sun in there, not just a million swords. Another deep breath, and he set out a meticulously made and evenly sliced castella cake, setting out a piece on Gilgamesh's plate before taking one himself.]

[...And then cutting his own in half, because Paracelsus was sitting there with the big cute snack expecting eyes.]

I'm holding you personally accountable if something irritating happens in the coming weeks. You will know the shape of my wrath tenfold.

[ he says it in a deadpan as he picks up a fork, despite his overtures about laxatives and so on earlier, taking a bite of the cake while Waver pays the castilla tax. ]

So what is it about the Gate that puts you on such edge.

[ic inbox] - Kaisou

action; a couple weeks after asgard

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