@thefalsechild , let me rest...
And finally, in the warmth of the bunk house, this unsuitable home, Gilgamesh let his shoulders drop. Layers of fur and cloth were stripped from him, simply leaving them on the floor for now as he made his way to the bunk room, until he was left in a pair of pants and little more than his gold gauntlet and crown. Even those would be removed, as his eyes met the violet of his friend’s, placing the treasures onto Kingu’s bed as he knelt before his seated form. He was not sure whether Kingu was just getting up, or just moving to lay down, but he was there and convenient, and Gilgamesh’s eyelids were heavy...
The only accessory left on the King was a familiar black strap ending in a gold chain, as he came to rest his head in Kingu’s lap. Arms wrapped around his friend’s waist. He said nothing, he only sighed.