video; [KINGOFHEROES]

[babbylon]

[Greetings and salutations, comrades of ALASTAIR! The face of a handsome young man opens the feed today, smiling wide and surrounded by lions on his bed. Yes, that's right, lions. Shishi, his mount, sits in the background, with his mate nestled nearby. And atop him, crawling across his legs, over his shoulders, even rubbing at his face, are cubs, golden and white and feisty. They growl and chirp at the jewelry floating just a few feet away, and a particularly brave one bats at it.

Their parents, as well as Gilgamesh himself, look appropriately proud.]

Good day. For those of you who have not had the pleasure of meeting me before, I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, and your resident lion tamer. I bred them as a hobby, back in my native Uruk, and so I have once again come into possession of several cubs.

[The cubs themselves appear no more than six weeks old. Gilgamesh has to shift a little to accommodate them, as they are absolutely intent on making the broadcast difficult by shoving their little furry bodies everywhere. Not that it bothers him much—he's laughing under his breath.]

They have all been weaned from their mother and thus are ready for distribution. Alas, I cannot keep so many for myself; I aim to find good homes for them among you all. I do ask you bear in mind these are wild animals at heart, requiring a great degree of time and attention to train.

[Though you'd never know it, seeming so harmless, so adorable.. After a time, Gilgamesh surrenders, and gets swallowed up by their insistent pawing.]

They are not... just... housecats to sit on a shelf and... w-wait, do not touch it...!

[The necklace goes flying down the hall as a mischievous cub bounds after it. Gilgamesh will snatch it back... eventually.]

(( All lions have now found loving homes! Thanks for the interest, everyone! ))

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[winces]

[ she arrives no later than an hour, arms laden with a basket smelling of freshly baked sweets while one hand clutches something thin and braided rather anxiously. she knocks once, then twice upon his door, trying to keep still despite her nerves. ]

[babbylon]

[And despite those red flags, those sharper glances, the tone that threatened her not to lie no matter what, it's a kind face waiting her at the door. There's many other faces, too, those of his lions which go scrambling out the door once it's open and all around her legs.]

Do excuse them. They're quite excited by visitors.

[Gilgamesh holds his hand out to accept the basket, then eyes the braided object curiously.]

Oh? And what's that you have there, dear girl?

[winces]

[ he's a lot more impressive up close, too close. the air around him rich with confidence and nobility, almost suffocating when she's at this proximity.

her back straightens when he speaks to her, her eyes hastily darting away out of shyness, mirrored by the redness on her cheeks. ]

Oh, um... This... [ she fiddles with the soft leather, idly twining it around a finger. ] It's for — him. [ she gestures towards the cub that sits at her feet, surrounded by his siblings. she can recognize him easily — he's the smallest of his litter. ]

It's a charmed trinket given to me by those of ALASTAIR... I'll be able to keep better track of him this way.

[babbylon]

[Such a jittery thing. Gilgamesh takes note of it, as well as what she says, finds it pleasing. A gift for him, and a gift for his cub—now hers. It seems she well knows her place around her betters, and he'd wager she comes from such a land where ranks are of utmost importance. At any rate, he gives her no reason to fear him; he speaks in softer tones, and those same eyes which were so cruel before are now warm, inviting.]

Would you like to come in for a bit? Acquaint yourself with him a little.

[Gilgamesh opens the door wider and gestures inside, with a sweep of his arm.]

Besides... I surely cannot eat all of these alone.

[Is it flirtation? Maybe. It may also be a test of just how far she's willing to trust him.]

[winces]

[ her cheeks flush all the same, though whether it's from his "flirtation" or her general embarrassment is up for debate. at his invitation, she steps further into the literal lion's den, a majority of her attention on the little lion cub that patters after her, sniffing the air in her wake. the smell of freshly baked goods is a hard one to ignore, even for carnivores like these. sadly, the basket is offered up towards gilgamesh instead. ]

Please, feel free to save what you can't finish right now. [ she'd made them for him, after all. ] They're my grandmother's own recipe, so they'll definitely last.