@guidingwords , you best stay out of my way...
A scowl etched itself onto the face of the King, body tensing to hold back a shiver as the front door of Bunkhouse #4 opened to let in the harsh cold of the outside. His eyes lifted from the parchment he’d been working on, pencil tipping back and forth in his hand as he mulled over the designs on the page. The chill accompanied by another resident of the home was not at all a welcome distraction.
“Hurry up and close that door at once,” came his demand, tone loud and firm despite his lax posture. Gilgamesh ran his free hand through his blonde hair, fixing the golden strands and resetting the violet jewel that rested upon his bangs. The look he gave the woman who entered was not a friendly one. “It’s impossible to get more than a moment’s privacy in this damn place.”
