[ they can follow rules, at least; he allows himself a smirk and a sidelong glance at where Vergil is pretending to ignore all of them, as if to say 'see?'
and then he whisks his trio of raccoons and racoon-adjacent men to the world inside of the teapot and takes a moment to enjoy the sprawl. he blinks down as the little bipedal beast calls upon him, following the curious pointing of its paw with the same severity that he'd grant a curious child, folding his arms and giving a nod. ]
You have your run of the place, little one. Mind the sides of the ground that you can see--it is an island floating in a sky. You should be pulled back up to safety should you slip, but 'tis better not to test magic and its limits.
[ there's lot of stuff to climb on and several ponds for swimming and a small cotorie of gardens off to the side--all the things an Oshawott could desire to look upon as its two-legged cohorts pose questions. ]
You may. There are several bedrooms upstairs that you can make yourselves comfortable in. [ he makes his way towards the front of the mansion, nodding to the... large, round bird-in-a-teapot that's hanging out by the door, pushing open the door to permit the entrance of the people that are hopefully trailing him
(and in a testament to the King's patience, if Fluvius wants to roam around for a while longer, Gilgamesh is pulling a small statue to prop the door open so he's not forced to follow his master if he has mischief to get up to)
the mansion is decorated in an odd clash of ostentatious and grand with the occasional pocket of comfort--there's a parlor with a set of gold-and-red furniture that's definitely meant to be appreciated with the eyes and not the backside, but there's also another couch to the side by a massive TV with more than a few gaming consoles collected in the cabinets around it, as if Gilgamesh couldn't decide between living in a photoshoot and being able to sit and enjoy his stuff.
he gives a sort of 'ta-da' and leaves Sam to do the tour if he wants. ]
The kitchen's stocked and the only room I ask you to stay out of is my office upstairs. You can go into my bedroom if you truly desire, but I make no guarantee that I'll be wearing clothing.
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and then he whisks his trio of raccoons and racoon-adjacent men to the world inside of the teapot and takes a moment to enjoy the sprawl. he blinks down as the little bipedal beast calls upon him, following the curious pointing of its paw with the same severity that he'd grant a curious child, folding his arms and giving a nod. ]
You have your run of the place, little one. Mind the sides of the ground that you can see--it is an island floating in a sky. You should be pulled back up to safety should you slip, but 'tis better not to test magic and its limits.
[ there's lot of stuff to climb on and several ponds for swimming and a small cotorie of gardens off to the side--all the things an Oshawott could desire to look upon as its two-legged cohorts pose questions. ]
You may. There are several bedrooms upstairs that you can make yourselves comfortable in. [ he makes his way towards the front of the mansion, nodding to the... large, round bird-in-a-teapot that's hanging out by the door, pushing open the door to permit the entrance of the people that are hopefully trailing him
(and in a testament to the King's patience, if Fluvius wants to roam around for a while longer, Gilgamesh is pulling a small statue to prop the door open so he's not forced to follow his master if he has mischief to get up to)
the mansion is decorated in an odd clash of ostentatious and grand with the occasional pocket of comfort--there's a parlor with a set of gold-and-red furniture that's definitely meant to be appreciated with the eyes and not the backside, but there's also another couch to the side by a massive TV with more than a few gaming consoles collected in the cabinets around it, as if Gilgamesh couldn't decide between living in a photoshoot and being able to sit and enjoy his stuff.
he gives a sort of 'ta-da' and leaves Sam to do the tour if he wants. ]
The kitchen's stocked and the only room I ask you to stay out of is my office upstairs. You can go into my bedroom if you truly desire, but I make no guarantee that I'll be wearing clothing.