Careful, Musashi. Flattery will get you everywhere with a certain King/"Boss."
As Gilgamesh is currently naked, Musashi may also be able to catch a glimpse of the specific tattoo he wears as an imprint upon his person. Of course, it's a mark that all Otherworlders share, one shape or another. His is a shade of dark blue, a partially coiled serpentine tangle -- rather amusing that fate would choose that particular decoration, all told. Considering his... history with creatures of such a nature. But this is after all more of a reminder of the cosmic joke to which all life is subjected.
"Hm..."
A golden eyebrow quirks at Musashi's choice of slang. Gilgamesh does not make the full association immediately, perhaps, not really remembering every one of Lucy's idiosyncratic expressions, but the unfamiliar choice of word does ... ping some resonance in him.
He accepts the drink, taking a deep sip. Inwardly, he must commend the brew: it is indeed a beverage worthy of his treasury. Also, he is, as ever, hardly one to criticize or complain about nudity. Not whatsoever. It is a body's natural state, after all. One's true nature.
"You keep referencing what is apparently another summoning of me." Lucy had been correct in her assessment: Musashi was, after all, terrible at anonymity. "But I suppose it is not one I would dispute."
Given the paths he has chosen to pursue in this world, it aligns rather well to think he was some successful business owner in Musashi's era, even if the role, in context, might be rather beneath his stature.
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As Gilgamesh is currently naked, Musashi may also be able to catch a glimpse of the specific tattoo he wears as an imprint upon his person. Of course, it's a mark that all Otherworlders share, one shape or another. His is a shade of dark blue, a partially coiled serpentine tangle -- rather amusing that fate would choose that particular decoration, all told. Considering his... history with creatures of such a nature. But this is after all more of a reminder of the cosmic joke to which all life is subjected.
"Hm..."
A golden eyebrow quirks at Musashi's choice of slang. Gilgamesh does not make the full association immediately, perhaps, not really remembering every one of Lucy's idiosyncratic expressions, but the unfamiliar choice of word does ... ping some resonance in him.
He accepts the drink, taking a deep sip. Inwardly, he must commend the brew: it is indeed a beverage worthy of his treasury. Also, he is, as ever, hardly one to criticize or complain about nudity. Not whatsoever. It is a body's natural state, after all. One's true nature.
"You keep referencing what is apparently another summoning of me." Lucy had been correct in her assessment: Musashi was, after all, terrible at anonymity. "But I suppose it is not one I would dispute."
Given the paths he has chosen to pursue in this world, it aligns rather well to think he was some successful business owner in Musashi's era, even if the role, in context, might be rather beneath his stature.