shmekatee?

Jun 08, 2008 16:39

"Squee?" asked Zoing from his perch atop the possible-wooden-clank-to-be.

Gilgamesh sighed and looked up from his sketches. The construct had been getting restless lately, since his work had moved into mostly theoretical areas. He liked to be useful, and there wasn't much useful to be done right now. Gil could more than sympathize, but he needed to be able to concentrate.

"If I show you where things are in the kitchen, will you make me some tea?" he asked hopefully.

Zoing's antennae perked up immediately. "Yeeeeeee!" he trilled, and immediately slid down the clank-husk's leg and made for the door. Gil smiled at his old friend's enthusiasm, and got up to follow him out.

Gil himself had never been shown where anything in the kitchen was, but it didn't bother him much. It was used by too many people not to have some kind of organization, and that could be figured out; within about ten minutes Zoing was well into his work.

[Great time for meeting him, unless your pup really doesn't like big coat-wearing bugs. Encounter them anywhere from his house to the kitchen.]

dani reese, han solo, gilgamesh wulfenbach

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