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[anyprice]

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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[throwmoreswords]

[ his heart is stone in the wake of the pinniped lamentations, even as his island rings with Noctis' big baby tantrums

it's time to drag him through the grass, past the structures, heading directly for the biggest of the ponds. ]

[illucesco]

[He just continues whining the rest of the way until he sees the ponds, and seems to calm down more. Huh. Okay. Ponds are good. He can have a nice little seal nap there. He squirms a little as if to say hey let me go I wanna go to the pond.

This is but a fraction of the struggle that Sampo had to deal with babysitting a younger, snottier version of this guy.]

1/2

[throwmoreswords]

[ and for a moment, the contentiousness rises in Gilgamesh ]

You have no idea how close I am to chucking you off the side of the island and letting whatever happens next happen.

2/2

[throwmoreswords]

[ but instead he will release the seal to impose up the pond, turning on his heel so that he can return to more civil spaces

with wine

and Mario Kart ]

[illucesco]

[And from right behind him, the seal calls:]

I’ll be back for the sword!

[Oh so he could talk all this time, and instead chose to be a whiny little shit.]

[anyprice]

.... [ peeking around the doorway is that recognisable blue-haired man, sipping on a juice box. ]

That was fun to watch.

[throwmoreswords]

You shut the hell up.

[ he's snatching that sword off the floor and putting it into a glimmering golden portal. ]

[anyprice]

Hey! What're you gettin' mad at me, for!

Hehe.

I didn't know you were that strong.

[throwmoreswords]

I'm not human anymore, Sam. I'm much stronger than you think I am.

[ ... case in point he's gonna move to grab Sampo and heft him over a shoulder, like a bag of beautiful, dorito shaped potatoes. ]

[anyprice]

[ he makes the most undignified, loud yelping noise. ]

He, hey! Hey, I almost dropped my juice--!

[throwmoreswords]

Skill issue.

[ time to cart Sampo around like he's hauling sacks of wheat for the mill. ]

[anyprice]

It isn't a skill! This isn't anything close to a skill!

[ he's being carried like he weighs nothing what the fuck

where are we going

who knows

he's gonna sip his juice. ]

[throwmoreswords]

[ of course Sampo weighs nothing have you seen his waist

you're going to the kitchen, Gil has been trying to hit up the wine this whole time damn it ]

It's a skill. Learn how to roll with the punches.

[anyprice]

[ he's so up, do you need him to reach the high shelves for you, he can reach, look. ]

I hate getting punched, I like to avoid getting punched if at all possible.

[throwmoreswords]

[ he might set him on the counter when he finally releases him from shoulder jail, so if he wants to go digging for stuff on the high shelves like the good crystal, it would be appreciated. ]

If you hate being punched, why is your face like that?

[anyprice]

My face like what! Beautiful, you must mean it's beautiful.

Look, you know what it's like to just be blessed. It's a heavy burden!

[throwmoreswords]

So incredibly punchable, especially when your mouth gets going.

[ leaning on the counter, looking over at him. ]

I have no idea how you avoided half the fights you did when we were in our early twenties and you were so much worse.

[anyprice]

[ He's gonna tip his head sideways, tryin to look at the other as he goes through the high shelves, trying to find a nice set of glasses. Maybe he'll grab some crackers while he's up here, too... ]

Because I have charm, Gil. I could make people want to kiss me quicker than I'd make them want to punch me.

[ he's quiet. then he smiles at gil. long and catlike. ]

Worked on you, didn't it?

[throwmoreswords]

You 'could', but whether you 'do' is an entirely different bag of worms.

[ sometimes you mix the metaphors.

sometimes you pull a very nice vintage of red wine out of a specialty wine fridge and then go rooting through the regular fridge for an unusually nice container of cheese, and somewhere, your housemate-landlord-friend is going to wonder where is nice Camembert is ]

I'm torn between punching and kissing right now. I can see the merits of both.

[anyprice]

If I have a vote, I'd vote the latter and not the former.

I really don't look good with a black eye, you know.

And! I'm holding some REAL nice glasses!

Are these real crystal?

[ somewhere, vergil is blaming nero or dante for one of his nice rounds of cheese going missing. ]

[throwmoreswords]

Unfortunately for you, I'm a king, so we're talking divine right and not democratic input.

[ he looks over his shoulder from where he's nudging the fridge shut with his purloined cheese, eyes narrowed. ]

Of course it's real crystal. I'm who I am as a person and you think that I'm going to skimp on the quality of my glassware? Just go 'fuck it, Party City will do' over glasses in particular?

[anyprice]

Surely your favorite court jester deserves a little leniency, your grace?

[ he does a flourishing little bow and everything, even while he's sitting, cross legged on gil's counter, box of crackers under one arm, glasses in the other hand. ]

And no, no. That's not at all what I'm saying! Honestly, I had a hard time deciding between these and what Im pretty sure are solid gold goblets you have up there.

[throwmoreswords]

Your capering's been terribly lackluster today. I'm beginning to forget why I keep you around.

Budge your ass, you're in the way of the drawer with my corkscrew in it.

[ whether Sampo hops up or simply folds himself to be out of the way, Gil will retrieve said corkscrew and pop the cork, pouring a generous glass of wine for both of them. ]

Of course they're solid gold. Again. Do you think my tastes have lapsed in the slightest? The day that I buy red solo cups is the day I need to be taken out back and shot, as the parasites have reached my brain and I'm no longer able to be helped.

[anyprice]

Should I dance a jig and jingle my bells a little more for you, sir?

[ and he will hop up, getting off the counter with such a put-upon sigh as he places the box of fancy ass crackers down on the counter, along with the glasses so gil could pour a drink. ]

Aren't solid gold cups a little heavy to go drinking from? ...I'll find out next time. The crystal was too pretty today.

And come on. We drank from red solo cups plenty of times in college. I'm sure you could find a way to make a red cup fancy in some way.

And don't worry, I'll take care of you when the parasites take over.

[throwmoreswords]

Just for that, it's my sword now.

[ he's gonna lock the door behind him noct can stay outside until further notice (or sam or caleb lets him in

maybe fluvius but homeboy doesn't have thumbs) ]