book club

The boy’s nervousness is not lost on Gilgamesh. He can see him practically squirm beneath his calculating gaze. Did he strike this sort of fear in all of his pups? Though nothing changes of his demeanor, Gilgamesh is still listening, still hoping to be somewhat of a good father through words this time around.

“A fierce hero,” Gilgamesh muses, eyes flicking to the cover before back to Cutlass. “Bugs, too?” He questions, head canting to the side. Maybe he would send Erish over to the Hallows to request more reading material for his son. Or the old building on the isle might still have some in good condition.

“Do you have a favorite you like to read?” Gilgamesh asks Cutlass, brows raised slightly in honest curiosity.