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artisan
Gambler
Marauder
12-16-2021, 10:21 PM
The flames of his fire grew higher into the air as sparks set off into the sky. Sat back in awe, he smirked with pride. Heat radiated off of his fire as he sat close and took another swig of the booze. A heady scent of alcohol filtered over the salty breeze; Gilgamesh welcomed it with open arms. Lost in thought and entranced by the fire, he didn't notice Artisan approach until the blue-furred man was sitting near him and holding out a paw. Recognizing that Artisan wanted him to share, Gil grunted in acceptance and grabbed the second bottle he had brought with him. Holding it out to the stoic man, he turned back to take another swig from his own bottle. "Good night for a fire, huh?" He asks as his yellow gaze flashes over to Artisan briefly. Slightly curious why he appeared somewhat dreary, Gil knew better than to press on someone's personal matters. If one wanted to drown their sorrows, then hell, Gil would drown with them. |
gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him