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“Huh. You’d think you’d be one of the people who knew me best, I’m hurt, truly.”

Snicker

Reaching out, she takes hold of one of the hanging straps of his hood and tugs on it until he relents and leans in. Placing a warm, but short kiss to the berserkers lips, she lets him go afterwards with a lingering and gentle splay of her thumb across his cheek.

“You’re not as good at hiding how you’re feeling as you think . . Theres a difference between your normal quiet, and your upset quiet. However—” Shifting, she places the book down fully and reaches out again while he’s still close. Hands cupping his cheeks, she gives them a soft, playful squish.

“You really have no reason to be jealous. Haven’t I made it clear that I’m yours and only yours?” She pauses, just for a moment, then smiles again, “ . . Could it be that you’re feeling . . Left out? Have I not been giving you enough attention?” She HAD been rather work centric as of late, hopefully he didn’t resent her for it, “I’m sorry. But you have my full attention now.”

“...” For the most part, he was quiet; angrily quiet, of course, which she was right on the mark about. He didn’t react much to the kiss (even if he did give in and allow it), but his tail did tap the ground lightly after it. 

Left out? Was that truly why he felt this way? Maybe. He also genuinely hated anyone being near her who wasn’t him. Though, he did get angrier when she mentioned it - so it likely was the case. Regardless, he gave a simple huff at her insinuation; turning away from her the moment she had finally decided to ‘give her full attention’ to him. 

But clearly made with effort, “I uh, made it myself..It was kind of hard but, I hope you like it..” Her face has started to turn red but she’s still smiling, “Theres.. An engraving, on the inside! Uhm, I’ve got a couple more presents to give out, so I’ll be right back!” And she’s off again in a flash. Truth was she just didn’t want to be around when he read the engraving because she was still somewhat embarrassed over how it had turned out.. She’d asked Enkidu to teach her how to write a bit of Sumerian. And although it came out choppy like a child’s writing, the message was clear enough, ‘((For the)) light of ((my)) life. Love Ritsuka.’ The aforementioned brackets being missing from translation but implied, and her name in written English.

@uwuwrote​  LATE CHRISTMAS 2018 ASK.

He hadn’t been doing anything important at the time, so her coming to a halt (lightly bumping into him) wasn’t a distraction or anything. In fact, he was pleased for her to show up – seeing her always filled him with a joyful feeling. But, it seemed like she was in a hurry – did something happen? Was an emergency Rayshift needed?

But, it turns out that such a thing was not the case -- instead, she now held out a box no bigger than his palm; if not smaller. “Hoh. A gift? Amusing, I’ve something for you as --” Before he finished speaking, she cuts him off by stating that she’s to deliver more gifts. “Hoh. Mongrel, I wasn’t finished speaking -- now, you won’t receive a gift until next year. But I’ll be sure to up the ante for not giving to you this year.”

Quietly laughing to himself, Gilgamesh takes a breath and turns his newfound attention to the small box within his right hand. Carefully, he opens the box, trying his best not to damage it; as it was, after all, something his favorite mongrel (his lover) had gifted to him. He now views the content of the small box, the ring she made for him -- it was quite obviously bent.

Taking the ring out of its container and placing the box into the Gate of Babylon, he holds the ring up toward the ceiling; allowing some of lighting to reflect onto it. She said there was an engraving on the inside, so having light reflect onto it aided visibility. However, he wasn’t looking at the engraving yet -- no, instead, he inspected the material. 

“Hm. Tumbaga. An interesting choice of material to use, but I suppose I can’t fault her for being unable to get the best without my help.” Yes, Tumbaga was certainly the lowest quality of Gold -- it was a mixture of Gold & Copper, surely a testament to how low it was. But, he wasn’t complaining; it was a thoughtful gift, one by his most valuable treasure. No matter the quality, he will not be upset.

Now, he takes to viewing the engraving; slowly turning it as he reads. While the only proper words he could make out were ‘Light of Life’ and ‘Love Ritsuka’, he understood the message fully. ‘For the light of my life, love Ritsuka’. If one were to be in his presence right now, they would see that a smile begins to take the King’s features; perhaps, even a light tint of red burning into his cheeks.

“Ritsuka Fujimaru.” he speaks to himself once again, tone soft & effusive.

“You are quite the person to observe. From the very beginning, I knew you were worthy of my trust; even if I tested you. What I did not perceive, however, was that your personality would capture my heart. And now, here I find myself -- aiding your journey, sleeping by your side, giving to you the love I possess.

As was anticipated, it WAS a shock to him that someone like Katherine who refused to cook for herself and seclude herself into her room, was now out and about in the kitchen -- cooking. She was even wearing festive apparel, it looked good on her, perhaps it was because the brighter colors brought out her attractiveness even more than usual. To top it off, it was EARLY; she usually woke up in the afternoon. 

“You’re up much sooner than you usually are, and it looks like you’re in a festive mood. That’s reassuring.” A smile crosses the Ruler’s face as he seats himself. Then, the reveal -- what she had worked so hard on making, food wise, was none other than Mapo Tofu. While in truth he didn’t hold as much of a fondness for it as his younger ‘brother’ did, but he still shared a large appreciation for it. 

Still, he finds his smile now turning into a much wider grin at this. It smelt good, and clearly made with consideration and care. Then he finds himself blinking at the package she offered him, and slowly tore its wrapping off to reveal the custom artwork. At first, he’s quiet; perhaps for an unsettling duration. However, before the silence became too heavy, he nods his head and laughs.