Gilgamesh [ 金 ] 007

[rupturedbabylon]

Who: Gilgamesh and Ion.
Where: Ion and Saber's apartment. :|
Style: Either.
Status: Closed. Feel free to contact if someone else in the building wants in? There might be yelling, :x
Notes: Backdated to directly after the tunnel event. I'm sorry for not having consulted with you firsthand, Sage, but hope it's okay! o/; It was agreed that Saber would

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[caprice_of_song]

[[OOC: Ahaha, uh, you probably should have linked me to this just in case, since I almost missed it. |Da]]

And luckily, Ion was home, having had his fill of the heat outside. Not expecting visitors, he was a little surprised that anyone was turning up at random at this particular time of day--unless, of course, it was someone looking for Saber.

Well, he was partly correct. The man at the door sort of did look like someone she might know. His air suited his knocking style quite nicely, too. Something about him gave Ion the opinion that he probably was going to head straight to business.

"Can I help you?"

[rupturedbabylon]

((OOC: ... |D;))

And Ion was right in that regard. Gilgamesh would, under normal circumstances, probably throw a few insult around to the person he's talking with first, cement the impression that he was the King of the World second (which wasn't TOTALLY false), and then jump to what's important, but this matter is entirely different and very much more urgent.

Easily shoving aside the initial reaction of 'this boy calls himself a man?' any first impression that he may be getting of this green-haired youth whom Saber considered as a younger sibling, he rewarded the polite inquiry with one narrow-eyed ruby glare before stepping into the living room. His impatient gaze quickly made a round of the room that he was not entirely unfamiliar with, and then stopped towards the direction where Saber's room would be

[caprice_of_song]

"It is," Ion replied hesitantly. He would have added that Saber wasn't in at the moment, but that much was probably apparent.

So far this wasn't exactly going well. In the two seconds they'd been in each other's company, he hadn't really gotten the impression this guy was around to be friendly. It now seemed especially like he had a very particular goal in coming by, and he probably wasn't going to leave until he'd gotten what he wanted. "...are you looking for something?"

[rupturedbabylon]

He had no reason whatsoever to dawdle on this boy. Really, he was sorely of the mind to just dismiss Ion entirely and go check on Saber personally - it might be a good thing that Ion did not try to convince him out loud that she was not home - he knew she was, and Ion would have been mistaken the moment they open that door.

Yet apparently he still had enough patience left to reply with useless chatter, instead of acting upon his impulse as always. Not really one for self-contemplation, he just finally settled with an irritable reply.

"Yes. How was she the last time you saw her, and when was this?"