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[kinpika]

[So...a king and a cat were sitting on a porch drinking wine. This is clearly the path to a joke, right? WHO KNOWS but they've both been drinking for a while. You can tell because Gil is outside without a shirt but has awesome tattoos and White Len is wearing pajamas.

Even worse, they're eying up every passerby, including you.]

And where would you put that mongrel at?

Six... he really is quite dull. Average doesn't interest me in the slightest.

Hahaha! I would not even put him past a two! Fools will always be fools!

[Guess what? They're looking at you next. They will be tagging in separate threads since we both may not be around at all times.]

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[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

[Oh god does he even want to know. It's probably something like how he killed a puppy.]

I'll bite. What are you celebrating?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

My power. What else?

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

Don't you always do that?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

A king has the right to celebrate when he wishes.

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

Always it is. [groan] What is with the numbers anyway?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

My ratings on how attractive you mongrels are.

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

I don't even know what to say to that.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

A four is not high enough to interest me so do not get cocky.

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

I'm not interested in you. In any way.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

I am more interested in having your head on a platter.

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

But if you do that my rank might get lower! [All said in that trademark sarcastic snark.]

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Only you would hope for such a thing.

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

It might shock you to hear this, but I can care less of what you think. You're just the howling wind passing by.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

If I am the howling wind, you are a fart from a sheep!

[he seems to think this is fucking hilarious]

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[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

[He laughs at that.

Oh you're funny Gilgamesh.

You're funny.

Fucking hilarious.]

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

[And hey, just to add to this humorous situation Gilgamesh should find a sword right by the side of his neck. Specifically Kanshou.]

Don't test me. I'm not like Saber, who would let you be as long as you don't cause trouble, and I'm not like Lancer, who would give you a swift demise. Your insults are becoming tiresome.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

[Still loling but at least there is a couple swords hanging there in the air]

You dare threaten me? I can summon my weapons faster than you can create them. You cannot defeat me.

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

[He smirks, not even flinching to the feeling of the swords.]

If I die at least I take you with me. I've survived worse. [No really. He got pierced with your entire treasury and lived.]

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

For a single day. How does it feel to be that pitiful?

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

We're already dead Gilgamesh. Things like feeling and pride are all useless to me.

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

But there are other things holding you back.

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

And what would that be?

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

Who knows what you copied this time but whatever it was, it stopped you from swinging that blade all the way through.

[fatesjanitor.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't say anything. Just a smirk as he pushes the blade a bit closer to the neck, letting small seeps of blood to be drawn out.]

[kinpika.livejournal.com]

[You know what's more important than you? Wine.

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