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WHO: Sampo, Caelus, Noctis, and Gilgamesh
WHERE: Inside Gil's teapot, mostly.
WHEN: Just after the mid-month zodiac post
WHAT: Sampo having Noct and Caelus come stay over while things in the city aren't so hot. Chaos probably gonna ensue.
WARNINGS: Just general nonsense of four chaos goblins in one house.



[ 'Meet me outside of Poundland' isn't exactly the best sentence to say to ANYONE, and yet it's a sentence Samuel had to use today. Thinking back on it, he really wonders why the owners of this establishment decided on fucking THAT for the name of their store, but.

It did fine for a meeting place--especially given the 'place' he was staying was hidden in plain sight in the shop nextdoor. The shop that, in Undertown, many had wonderings if it was the front of some money laundering group. Which was hilarious.

Sampo can be found waiting--looking enough like "himself" to be recognizable, but with a mix of grey and blue hair instead of his usual ruffled brown.

He'll wiggle his fingers when Caelus and Noct finally approach, before throwing his arms out wide with a bright smile. ]

My friends! You. Uh.

You weren't followed, were you.

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Aw. Orcas shouldn't eat you, they'll get a stomachache with all the gold and metal they'll be forced to try to ingest alongside you, dude.

[ jokes are what The Laughter defaults to, as well, and therefore Sampo really has no choice but to go along with it--even if his expression doesn't really match the pace and cadence of the joke.

He's going to eat the cheese and drink the wine.

This is the best food he's had in years. ]

Eh, so you're a little mean. Everyone can be, you're no different. Aaaand, I'd argue that you do care. Just about certain things. After all, not only didja take me home, but you also didn't get pissed with me or tell me 'no' when I asked t'bring Caleb and Noct here to be safe.

If you were someone who didn't care, you'd have told me straight out that they weren't welcome.

Also?
I'm a barnacle, now. You won't be alone for a long time. So you'd best get used to it, buddy.

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It's just a little flavoring, in the grand scheme of things. Like putting gold leaf on food for no damn reason other than enabling yourself to then glue another 100$ of cost onto the food's price.

[ he can make his own jokes, even if his own expression is a touch more somber than performatively playful, watching Sam eat with some gusto and drink with an eager tongue. it's... nice. to see someone pleased by his offerings. ]

They were important to you. And I'm undecided on whether I'm angry with you or unwilling to waste more of my time playing games with whether or not I'll allow you to accompany me on my endeavors.

[ it's oddly sincere, for someone who's aware of how distant he is from the rest of the world.

his eyes take an odd sheen, pupils pulling to slits as he considers Sam for a moment, head tilting. ]

And if you were struck down by the gods themselves for my misdeeds? If being my friend stops being worth the pain and toil of it, will you really stay for long, or will you head for cleaner waters?

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[ it is oddly sincere, and Sampo does need a moment to consider the others' words. A hand moving to touch the side of his face, tapping his fingers against it with a low hum. ]

I haven't had people that are important to me in years. [ he doesn't have to tell gil, of all people, that he's been alone all this time. There was something... strange about this sudden need to protect the people who have come back into his life. And Gil was included in that.

The Laughter was having the time of its life, seeing how dangerous Sam was acting with these new-old attachments. ]

But, if I get struck down by lightning from the sky because of you? Well. Sure, it'd suck and I'd sure feel cheated, but.
For the chance to get what I've greedily wanted for years?

So long as you were there for me in my final moments, I'd accept it.

[throwmoreswords]

[ it's something that makes him suck in his breath--that cuts off the mean remark he was going to make, the snide rumbling about loneliness

for a moment, the King cradles Enkidu in his arms and whispers against his skin, begging him not to go even as he crumbles back to clay in his hands no matter how tightly he's held or how keenly the King wills him to remain whole and tears course down his cheeks

but he's denied even his grief as the rain spatters down on them, washing Enkidu's corpse away to rejoin the land until there is nothing but the King on his knees in the end

and Gil breathes, jagged and sharp, a hand coming up his face as he fights back the prickle of tears in his eyes and the ring in the back of his mind. ]

Don't. Don't say that. Don't settle for that. You're more than that and you deserve better.