It was as if Emiya's real secret calling was to be the Ultimate House Husband, and somehow fate had waylaid such a noble goal. One of the great tradgies never written. Never to be written, because Emiya wouldn't appreciate it at all.
"It needs seatbelts, otherwise you'll get pulled over and there's no way you four and a traffic stop will go well," Lord El-Melloi II said honestly. "I have no comment about the shape."
DaVinci could do much weirder than cats, in truth. But as Roman's mind turned towards Marie (they still didn't know her status, did they?) it was hard not to see the direction his thoughts were going. And so the cake ensued. "Wasn't there a story about him judging the dead at some point? Not in the Epic itself, but as an additional literary tradition? That could be the source."
He had done some research, if only to understand exactly what Lord El-Melloi II had to deal with. Any further speculation did seem to cut off suddenly, as Roman put two and two together with regards to why El-Melloi II had zero desire to spend too much time discussing the golden tyrant. He was glad for it, and not at all surprised by the sudden willingness to accommodate the expressed discomfort. "Just Archer. Er. Him. ...You know what I mean," he said, nearly tripping over the words. If there was any question about what class Gilgamesh had manifested as, it was now very clear.
"Roman, I have learned a few things from having American sitcoms on in the background every so often, and one of them is that a nice young doctor is definitely a catch," he pointed out. "You've aged fine. Any further protests and I'm going to cross a line and flirt with you to prove a point."
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"It needs seatbelts, otherwise you'll get pulled over and there's no way you four and a traffic stop will go well," Lord El-Melloi II said honestly. "I have no comment about the shape."
DaVinci could do much weirder than cats, in truth. But as Roman's mind turned towards Marie (they still didn't know her status, did they?) it was hard not to see the direction his thoughts were going. And so the cake ensued. "Wasn't there a story about him judging the dead at some point? Not in the Epic itself, but as an additional literary tradition? That could be the source."
He had done some research, if only to understand exactly what Lord El-Melloi II had to deal with. Any further speculation did seem to cut off suddenly, as Roman put two and two together with regards to why El-Melloi II had zero desire to spend too much time discussing the golden tyrant. He was glad for it, and not at all surprised by the sudden willingness to accommodate the expressed discomfort. "Just Archer. Er. Him. ...You know what I mean," he said, nearly tripping over the words. If there was any question about what class Gilgamesh had manifested as, it was now very clear.
"Roman, I have learned a few things from having American sitcoms on in the background every so often, and one of them is that a nice young doctor is definitely a catch," he pointed out. "You've aged fine. Any further protests and I'm going to cross a line and flirt with you to prove a point."