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get the fuck out of my kitchen stronzo
WHO: Vergil + Gilgamesh, + Libra Network
WHERE: Vergil's apartment
WHEN: Late October
WHAT: Gil tries to videoshame Vergil about cooking, Vergil unoreverse-cards him
WARNINGS: Just general shenanigans
[ we've been here before--gil's normal habit of posting things he finds Incredibly Funny on the network--or if you have the man on instagram, he has a habit of posting up things like that, there, too but.
Today you get a video of Vergil stomping around his kitchen, hair half-unkempt, still wet from a recent shower. Fully dressed though, unlike a shirtless Gilgamesh--but that's normal. The man is allergic to shirts. ]
You no what--no. You are not taking a video of me for your Vine, give me that.
[ before gil can start to make his argument, Vergil is grabbing the phone from the man. Directing the camera at what seems to have the man in a knot--his beautiful prestine kitchen is--fine, but there's a pot of boiling water with spaghetti on it on the counter. But. Oh no. ]
You come into my kitchen, you use my ingredients and my kitchenware and you snap the noodles in half? Where did you even get the jarred sauce-- Sono così stanco di te-- I leave you alone for an hour and you commit CRIMES in my general presence. I
[ he's gonna' push the phone back into gil's hands. giving his own hand a very ... odd, pinched together shake as he moves to try to throw the sauce in the garbage. ]
Stop having small pots, Vittore, what do you want from me? [ Gilgamesh protests with a loud, wild laugh--clearly amused by all these antics, despite everything else. The camera turning towards him as he decides to direct his attention to the network--mimicking Vergil's frantic hand-waving. ]
He said he had an appointment and wasn't even supposed to be here right now. What am I to do, STARVE? He's starving me, everyone.
Breaking noodles that are store-bought is not a crime, they have no rights. Surely, you agree with me.
WHERE: Vergil's apartment
WHEN: Late October
WHAT: Gil tries to videoshame Vergil about cooking, Vergil unoreverse-cards him
WARNINGS: Just general shenanigans
[ we've been here before--gil's normal habit of posting things he finds Incredibly Funny on the network--or if you have the man on instagram, he has a habit of posting up things like that, there, too but.
Today you get a video of Vergil stomping around his kitchen, hair half-unkempt, still wet from a recent shower. Fully dressed though, unlike a shirtless Gilgamesh--but that's normal. The man is allergic to shirts. ]
You no what--no. You are not taking a video of me for your Vine, give me that.
[ before gil can start to make his argument, Vergil is grabbing the phone from the man. Directing the camera at what seems to have the man in a knot--his beautiful prestine kitchen is--fine, but there's a pot of boiling water with spaghetti on it on the counter. But. Oh no. ]
You come into my kitchen, you use my ingredients and my kitchenware and you snap the noodles in half? Where did you even get the jarred sauce-- Sono così stanco di te-- I leave you alone for an hour and you commit CRIMES in my general presence. I
[ he's gonna' push the phone back into gil's hands. giving his own hand a very ... odd, pinched together shake as he moves to try to throw the sauce in the garbage. ]
Stop having small pots, Vittore, what do you want from me? [ Gilgamesh protests with a loud, wild laugh--clearly amused by all these antics, despite everything else. The camera turning towards him as he decides to direct his attention to the network--mimicking Vergil's frantic hand-waving. ]
He said he had an appointment and wasn't even supposed to be here right now. What am I to do, STARVE? He's starving me, everyone.
Breaking noodles that are store-bought is not a crime, they have no rights. Surely, you agree with me.
video; un: AUO
His schedule's about as meticulous as mine, and I have a woman specifically hired to manage that monstrosity. I have no idea where and why he finds the time and energy to pull it off. Perhaps from the same place that abandons his friends and leaves them to rot because they don't care about his finicky, arbitrary rules for boxed noodles.
[ nature is healing, Zulius can run his mouth. it warms the cockles of Gilgamesh's pitch black little heart to hear. ]
To be fair, you appear to come from a place of genuine ignorance when it comes to cooking; I, on the other hand, can cook, but do not wish to--or at least, do not wish to in accordance with Vergil's exhausting standards.
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Maybe that is how he does it. He has two things pencilled in for this hour, one of them is an appointment and the other is ensuring that you waste away to nothing. Honestly if this is how he treats his bestie, I'd hate to see how he treats his enemies. He should be glad how much you put up with.
[Nature is healing!!!]
Ohhhh yeah, I can't cook, like at all. Something I apparently have to fix. [Not that he's complaining, of course, he'd like the Vergil company even if it probably means watching the poor man trying not to have a breakdown while he burns soup. ] I seeeeee! So this is more like, a totally not subtle rebellion thing? Is that why you bought the tomato sauce? He seems SUPER mad about the sauce thing.