#clayweapon

[soulgathered-moved]

"sorry for having more health than you and not turning into mud the second a god sneezes at me..."

@clayweapon .

[son-of-pendragon]

There’s a moment where they stare at Saber. And stare. And stare –

Enkidu is before him. They pat him on the head. They proceed to walk away as if nothing has happened. Interesting young man, they think! Mordred reminds the weapon of a young Gilgamesh. He just needs some tending to, they think.

They do not voice these thoughts, nor do they explain why they stare so intently.

Although it had nothing to do with Enkidu personally, Mordred immediately flinched away from the contact, head ducked and gaze on the floor. Unexpected touch was bad enough, making his skin crawl and making him feel like peeling it off, but unexpected touch to the top of his head was even worse; it made the scars left by Morgan’s nails burn with the memories. Standing rigid and taut as a bowstring, the half-dragon anticipated a second touch — a wound, this time — that never came. Feeling more unmoored than usual, the Saber grabbed his lighter and a cigarette.

Hands shaking, he barely managed to light it.

@clayweapon

[masterofchaldea]

Enkidu leans into Ritsuka’s space for a moment, before they lean back and nod to themself. “You are suitable. Come, Master I request your help in making a dessert.” They will not take no for an answer.

"Uh, Enkidu?"

Ritsuka blinks, not necessarily bothered by the proximity, but nonetheless confused by it. Once Enkidu draws back again and gives her an explanation in the form of asking for her aid in making a dessert, however, her expression almost instantly switches from a perplexed one to a bright, excited smile. She would hardly call herself an expert of any kind, but she does enjoy baking!!

"Oh, sure, that sounds fun! What kind of dessert were you wanting to make?"

[soulgathered-moved]

They approach Ur in their creature form, and gently nibble on his ankle. Attention. Gib.

"enkidu!" the child chuckles a little when he feels the other nibble. apparently the young prince is a bit ticklish! the blond kneels down to lift the creature in his arms, holding them with a happy little hum. "do you want me to take you on an adventure?"

unprompted asks ( always accepting ) // @clayweapon .

[soulgathered-moved]

They stand there. Smiling ominously at Kingu. Come closer. They just need to talk.

"just speak your mind so we can get this over with - fists and all" how incredibly childish. but whatever ! "you are just kicking an already broken tool"

unprompted asks ( always accepting ) // @clayweapon .

[administrationaid]

“   Have you forgotten that you should not steal someone’s property? ”

"Is it stealing if I give it back afterwards?"

[duunswitch]

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she's got a tendency to graze all day rather than eat a full proper meal in one sitting, unless they're in a singularity. that's the only time she really properly eats a meal. if she's left to her own devices in chaldea tho, she grazes. or forgets to eat entirely.

it's rare but when she's stressed enough she sleepwalks thru the halls.

often kidnaps cath palug as a sleeping aid when it allows for it.