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Who: The Babylonians who make better decisions, an unfortunate moss lion, you??
When: Day 30, evening
Where: Coming down from the fourth floor ...
What:

[There's a bit of a commotion at the top of the stairwell if you're passing. Gilgamesh and Enkidu (the ones who haven't been dead or armless today) are dragging an at least completely unconscious and chained up Moss Lion down the stairs. Both of them look pretty beat up, bleeding and dishevelled, possibly on account of not appearing to have anything especially sharp or pointy on their persons. They appear to also be in hot debate.]

Less impressive than other lions it might be, but once we got the dirty vegetation off it'd still make an excellent hat. Or a cloak. Or a coat. It's just a waste to put it back.

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If I were not here to nag you would be talking to thin air.

How true.

So it is not so bad.

[ earring tug ]

I suppose I'll let you have the right of it this time.

I'm honored.

Then things are as they should be.

Again, agreed.

[ I GUESS I WILL JUST SPRAWL ON YOU UNTIL FORCED TO MOVE huzzah we have broken in our new home. ]

[this is ... comfortable ... on the other hand I guess you just heard me tell our whole story to Slick and that's kind of awkward ... on the other hand it was nothing either of us didn't know]

[ it is somewhat more reassuring than you withholding/having too many feels and him figuring shit out and then manipulating you into doing something dumb

. . . or something. ]

[it's okay dear I've got his number.

You may want to address that thought to someone else we know.]

[ I DON'T KNOW ABOUT BULLYING AND MURDER YET :(!!!! ]

[well if you want to talk about it now's the time

not that it would be easy to bring up.]

[ I guess I could ask you

about other me

. . .

hm ]

[you think about that I'm gonna derp a bit more.]

[ ughhh so comfffyyyyyyyy

ok. ]

Gilgamesh.

Mhm?

I am curious. . . the other me and the other you, what do you think of them? Besides their status of 'fake'.

Let's see. The fake Enkidu has many of your qualities. The fake me has many of mine. They are both weaker in the brains department, however. Oh, and it would be sensible to keep them as far apart from each other as possible.

. . . ah. . .

Why?

The fake me killed the fake you under the advisement of that man, Slick. He was stabbed in the back, which as you can imagine I felt was pathetic.

[ . . . really.

I mean.

Really.

Shifts so he can look at Gil's face while still be flopped comfortably. ]

Truly?

Mhm. Death isn't permanent in this place, so he was revived. I haven't seen the fake Enkidu since. I know my fake was feeling some guilt about it.

[ frowns, a few emotions flicker across his face but he settles on calm and somewhat flatly responds ]

How . . . rather what a poor decision. . .

Mhm. The manipulation concerned me, so I set myself to deal with the man who'd orchestrated it. [waves a hand] He is well in hand for the time being. However I'm not sure whether that needless behaviour's continued or not. I personally find it degrading both to my name and yours.

[ I feel the urge to

do something about that

'-' but I am so comfortable. CONFLICTED. ]

Of all the ways for one to die, that is unexpected. . . ah, though I suppose not as shocking as it could be.

[ grumpy . . . ]