Once again, Gilgamesh was hunched over his desk, working through piles of paperwork. Your paperwork, actually. His handsome face was contorted into a mild sneer as he scoffed at one of the pages. He hadn't noticed you had entered the room. It was your room after all, you didn't have to announce yourself. But, Gil liked to act as if it was his room as well. He only noticed your presence when you cleared your throat, jumping slightly at the sound before turning to look to you wordlessly