fulminis pugnis
Indie blog for the Devil Arm Gilgamesh of DMC 4.
Tracking tag - Pugnis.
M!Anon - Not accepting.
Blog may be triggering or NSFW at times, but nothing of sexual content.
Mun is of age, but this is a preference.
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the-light-gun whispered:



"That was a bad plan."

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⊰⚔⊱——That was a bad plan.

Oh yeah, yeah that was, given for one thing he might be about to face the vast consequences of his little choice. Gilgamesh getting overzealous in practice was normal, but this took the cake given he literally managed to become a wrecking ball in a sense. This is why he was often told to leave over not allowing his wild ideas overtake him in the shop. Not only is their master going to be angry, he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach he may have to work off the repairs himself given the holes in the wall, his desk, the pool table, windows, and maybe the jukebox would need it again.

A nervous smile came across his tiers, almost as if he wondered whether or not if he should prepare himself for the first round of lectures. She caught him after all, he certainly was not going to expect her to say that he can’t really get off the hook easily. Perhaps that’s why he immediately backed away slowly sped off in the other direction so he may find a broom or whatever else he may need for this. Cleaning duty and he had a feeling he would be doing more than just this later, nothing he couldn’t handle hopefully.

With luck, maybe he’ll get off with a fair sentence after doing large quantities of chores and odd jobs. Most likely not, Gil’s luck was not exactly on the fortuitous side.