This too personality conversation he rarely has makes Roman nervous. He eats when he's stressed. When he allows himself to partake and he's not busy (which is almost always). If it was about sweets, he and the King of Knights would be rivals to fill their stomachs.
"Uh, yeah, I'd love that too," Roman admits, looking at his plate a little more sentimentality. "Leonardo made this ridiculous craft and told me one day she wants to see the world with me," he pauses, feeling his ears get a little warmer, "And Ritsuka and Mash too. The four of us." However, he pauses a little and smiles fondly. "Let's also shop video games together someday in London, all right?" Hopefully, he's not death flagging them.
He anxiously picks up a portion of cake with his fork and takes a bite of it. He snorts, munching his cake. "Girmlhmesss alrmdhyph knmwowsh," he answers with his mouth still full of food. Then he swallows it and clears his throat. "I was saying, I'm pretty sure that the King of Heroes already knows my stance," he says shrugging unconcerned. It's not like Roman told him his secret, but he knows he knows and vice-versa. "He's one of us, eh, a clairvoyant, although different from that flowery bastard and I," mild-mannered Romani's tongue got a lot sharper now. As far as Roman is aware, Gilgamesh wasn't born with the Sight, it was more granted to him later, and the process to have visions is different from them. Even so- "There's this annoying 'atmosphere' among the Observers. We recognize each other." He sighs. He almost let that slip once in front of Ritsuka and Mash, but he amended it when Roman freaked out. He stabs the cake again. "Are you... scared of him?" he asks carefully, perhaps picking up his flinch. Gilgamesh can be hard to deal. Ritsuka finds him tiresome and is one of the few times Roman has to be the mediator between them.
Then all his seriousness melts away. "Damn straight! Who cares he's younger and more handsome." And wealthy and powerful king. "I have an actual personality... and a doctorate!"
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"Uh, yeah, I'd love that too," Roman admits, looking at his plate a little more sentimentality. "Leonardo made this ridiculous craft and told me one day she wants to see the world with me," he pauses, feeling his ears get a little warmer, "And Ritsuka and Mash too. The four of us." However, he pauses a little and smiles fondly. "Let's also shop video games together someday in London, all right?" Hopefully, he's not death flagging them.
He anxiously picks up a portion of cake with his fork and takes a bite of it. He snorts, munching his cake. "Girmlhmesss alrmdhyph knmwowsh," he answers with his mouth still full of food. Then he swallows it and clears his throat. "I was saying, I'm pretty sure that the King of Heroes already knows my stance," he says shrugging unconcerned. It's not like Roman told him his secret, but he knows he knows and vice-versa. "He's one of us, eh, a clairvoyant, although different from that flowery bastard and I," mild-mannered Romani's tongue got a lot sharper now. As far as Roman is aware, Gilgamesh wasn't born with the Sight, it was more granted to him later, and the process to have visions is different from them. Even so- "There's this annoying 'atmosphere' among the Observers. We recognize each other." He sighs. He almost let that slip once in front of Ritsuka and Mash, but he amended it when Roman freaked out. He stabs the cake again. "Are you... scared of him?" he asks carefully, perhaps picking up his flinch. Gilgamesh can be hard to deal. Ritsuka finds him tiresome and is one of the few times Roman has to be the mediator between them.
Then all his seriousness melts away. "Damn straight! Who cares he's younger and more handsome." And wealthy and powerful king. "I have an actual personality... and a doctorate!"