@thefalsechild , come inside, get warm...
The chill of the Eidolon air disturbed his blonde hair, made his eyes flutter shut as a shiver ran through him, making him pull his blanket tighter around his form. He was about to bark out a demand to shut the damn door and get inside already, but when he looked to glare at the one who entered, his expression was quick to soften. That green hair... it could only be one of two people, but he recognized that coat, those boots--those weren’t the same ones he had procured for Enkidu.
“Kingu, come. You received that bit of hot chocolate mix as well, yes?” Gilgamesh called from where he sat before the fire of the bunk house stove, bundled up in a blanket with just one hand held out. He was delicately holding the handle of a metal cup, gently rotating it as he heated the milk within. “Grab a mug from the cupboard and sit with me. It’ll warm you up well enough.”
A pause, a smile.
“It pleases me to see you wearing the clothing I procured for you. It’s no good for you to be traversing this tundra in thin robes and no shoes, after all. What a waste it’d be for you to freeze to death, after being granted the second life you deserve.”
