Clair de lune

Gilgamesh · 12-14-2021, 05:59 AM

Stepping close enough to be within reach, Gil sits down to watch the girl with mild interest. Her relaxed disposition made him all the more curious. Why would one such as herself not be afraid of strangers? Before he could utter a word, he watched as she dipped a paw into the bright right mixture and smeared it across his chest. The bright red V across his pale chest made him look down in surprise. No one had ever reached out to touch him without permission before. At a loss of words, he looks back up to her as she describes her activity as "arts and crafts."

Not the kind of arts and crafts he'd done before. Making pottery and painting a hide, yes. Painting yourself? No, but he wasn't opposed to it now. This was his new life. One of being open to new things and not being such a grump. Gil watches as she states that red is not quite his color. What did she mean by that? Looking back down to his chest, he examines the smear before looking back to her. He had no idea what color would look good on him. "Violet? As in purple? Maybe?" His words hold some confusion, but he doesn't tell her to stop.

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Clair de lune

Gilgamesh