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Who: Gil, Enkidu, Slick ... curious parties ... ?
When: Day 38, afternoon (a touch backdated)
Where: shrine room and probably onwardly wandering who knows.
What:

[So sometimes murder happens and then you feel honour-bound to revive somebody. Here's a clue. Never feel that.

There sure are a pair of Babylonians and one Slick in the Shrine Room making faces at each other. Most of said faces are confused.

SOME DINOSAUR RIDING MAY HAVE OCCURRED]

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There are simply times when you don't leave a person alone, your majesty.

Don't apply your rules to me. I only very rarely behave like a standard person.

Running off to go fall apart in privacy is fairly standard.

Either way, the choice to do so is mine, not yours.

The choice to try is yours, the choice to sit here until you break or kill me is mine.

I have nothing to kill you with.

[fingers cheek lightly again]

I suppose I'm going to win then.

[slaps his hand away]

You won't.

[grabs your hand and pins it down '-']

What did you do last time, exactly?

[doooooooesn't answer. Just. Drops the hand that isn't being pinned down over his face again, then running it back through his hair.]

How dare you demand this of me?

[siigh]

Because, while I don't know what we are, I think I would be very poor at it if I abandoned you to this. ...and I cannot make your friend take my place, since as he is he wouldn't understand.

[at the mention of Enkidu there is just. a choked sound. behind his hand. T-t-tol . . . er . . . . . ate . . .]

Edited 2012-04-08 14:21 (UTC)

I won't tell anyone what happens here.

[well I hope your eventual aim was this horrible, ragged, painful breakdown that has just occurred

because congratulations you have succeeded. and this. is likely. all kinds of horrible to watch.]

[more reasons not feeling sads is good for me

once you break slides off of you so you can curl up into a ball or whatever if needed, though stays close enough to be touching]

[just sits up, drawing up his knees, and buries his face in his hands again in some kind of attempt to hide his face, shoulders shaking painfully. AND PRETTY MUCH JUST ... RIPS IN HALF ... making someone do this in company is not a nice way to repay them for restoring your life '-']

[I AM NOT GRATEFUL TO YOU FOR RESTORING ME TO LIFE AT THIS PRICE TO BEGIN WITH. THAT IS AN AWFUL WAY TO HELP, PARTICULARLY WHEN YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU.

Shifts so they are sitting back-to-back. there i'm not looking '-']

[well. eventually the sounds of that agonising crying jag stop. As quickly as it began, in fact.

. . . then there might be a more than somewhat embarrassed mumble.]

[i probably just sat here fucking with my allen button.

half turns around to look at you when the noises suddenly stop]

[wiping at his face with his sleeve.]

[runs hand into hair to pet...?]

[jerks away from him pretty violently. getting up to stand, nowhere near so wobbly this time.]

[ya..nks... down... '-']

[doesn't fall. is grasped, though, and looks down at him.]

Are you still not satisfied?

[i guess i will just tighten my grip on whatever part of you i managed to grab, then]

[iii have a lot of feels]

...If privacy is still what you're after, you can have this place.