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Who: classy bitches (+ anyone who notices and wants to judge them)
When: Day 32, after arrivals
Where: ☺
What: COLORS THEY NEVER IMAGINED

You see. Aaaah [twisting little locks of his hair in her fingers] so, you see? It's really quite generous! Generous and you are so bright.

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Mm -- there is something to be said for radiance... there is no one brighter.

[THAT IS GETTING A LOT OF HIS ATTENTION]

Bright. Mmm, like daylight. But. Well, you aren't a day, of course.

Well -- if we are considering times, I am not a night.

Aaaaah, that's true. Mmm, after sunrise, I would think. Mid-morning?

When the sun is brightest...~

[very determinedly trying to bring a lock of his own hair into his view]

That's noon, isn't it? Or . . . maybe later. Here, this one! [fluffs over a bit from the side]

[tilts his head to look :O!!]

High noon! Far above all those lowly times.

Maybe they need to invent a time, just for King Gilgamesh. They can call it . . . the Gilgamesh hour!

Devoted entirely to my worship.

Oh! Every day?

[nodnod]

Every day. It would be the most grand hour of them all.

Well, I suppose there is the King's hour anyway, aaah, but it's in the middle of the night. You'd have to move it.

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Mm -- I do have the power to move that.

Then there's no problem! Just . . . rearranging pieces.

It's so simple. I should have done it before.

You could now.

[... serious considerations!!]

That easily?

What isn't easy for the king, hmm?

[coming across them! Wearing leather pants as opposed to the usual snakeskin and bandaged at the neck and wrist. Can't really hide some bruises though. Still a bit uncomfortable in movement but looks generally pretty pleased with himself ... albeit confused ...]

. . . I'd assumed it would have worn off by now . . .

That's right! Ah -- it'd have to start immediately.

Oooooh my goodness there are two now. Delightful.

[oh no it's not the same. Waves a hand in front of her face.]

[...]

You have something on you, Fake King.

Immediately?

But . . . it's past noon, isn't it?

On me? I don't think so.

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