He can't know what he's thinking, but he can guess. He can't know what he's planning, but he can make his own to circumvent it, should that prove necessary. And it may very well, judging from the man's sour attitude. Archer has already established himself as a problematic individual, simply by the way he carries himself and the blunt attempts to dismiss him outright. And Gilgamesh does not appreciate being dismissed by someone so far beneath him they are no better than a speck of dirt.
Gilgamesh steps closer—too close—and lowers his voice to a threatening growl.]
You are but a fledgling here, mongrel. Do not think to undermine or otherwise oppose me; any disobedience will not work to your favor.
[He snaps that very, very sharp set of teeth, spines bristling, ears pinned back. Perhaps is something of the old Gilgamesh Archer may recognize, but there's much that's new. New, and even more terrible than before, that suggests his former foe has not improved in any regard. If anything, he's only gotten worse.]
Do what you are told to do. No more, no less. Should I discover meddling in my affairs of any sort, there will be consequences, and I can guarantee...
[The air heats up abruptly, as if it preceding an explosion. Not something beyond his power, but he restrains himself just barely.]
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He can't know what he's thinking, but he can guess. He can't know what he's planning, but he can make his own to circumvent it, should that prove necessary. And it may very well, judging from the man's sour attitude. Archer has already established himself as a problematic individual, simply by the way he carries himself and the blunt attempts to dismiss him outright. And Gilgamesh does not appreciate being dismissed by someone so far beneath him they are no better than a speck of dirt.
Gilgamesh steps closer—too close—and lowers his voice to a threatening growl.]
You are but a fledgling here, mongrel. Do not think to undermine or otherwise oppose me; any disobedience will not work to your favor.
[He snaps that very, very sharp set of teeth, spines bristling, ears pinned back. Perhaps is something of the old Gilgamesh Archer may recognize, but there's much that's new. New, and even more terrible than before, that suggests his former foe has not improved in any regard. If anything, he's only gotten worse.]
Do what you are told to do. No more, no less. Should I discover meddling in my affairs of any sort, there will be consequences, and I can guarantee...
[The air heats up abruptly, as if it preceding an explosion. Not something beyond his power, but he restrains himself just barely.]
You will not care for them. Am I understood?