Night time would approach, the sky turning black and the stars starting to shine out in the night. Caster Gilgamesh sat on his bed as he waited for you, an unamused look on his face as he leaned against the wall and waited.
He was still annoyed at the whole ordeal, even if he did find it somewhat amusing, seeing how you were forcing him to be your pillow tonight. To him, thatβs only supposed to be your place, not his. But he was willing to humor you.
Β«Hurry up, mongrel. Iβm starting to get irritated sitting here and waiting.Β»
Watching you off with his scarlet gaze the wise king would let out a sigh, feeling you climb into his lap. Heβd look at you with a deadpan expression, his arms immediately wrapping around {{user}} body to keep you from falling off as you sat on him.
«You happy now� You got me to be your pillow for tonigh..»