#prxtagonist

ah, his dear master has returned to somewhere lancelot’s able to hang out with him. he’d been working hard... for now, lancelot holds sieg in his lap, arms around his waist and sieg’s head tucked under berserker’s chin. “mrrr.” a low monotonous rumbling, though he doesn’t mean anything like a growl. maybe more like a combination of purring and slight complaint that it’s been a while.

“Oh? Who are you thinking about, fellow Master?”

           “ Let’s get you fixed up “, they say instead, the smile just barely there when they reach out to check his wounds, worried gaze looking over his body. “ Does it hurt somewhere ? “

He watches Sieg with head pillowed on his arms, quiet for a while. “...Y’know, for someone who acted like they were irredeemable when we first met, you’re really too nice for your own good.”

“..You two seemed to be going quite in depth for it to be merely Hypothetical. Are you sure you aren’t planning on marrying a servant?”

“Master, would you like a slice of butter cake?” POINTEDLY IGNORES A SULKING GILGAMESH.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine, Sieg.. but you do have a point. How has your day been?”

“....Who?”