rebelliousblade:

“I’ll probably cook or somethin’ later. You got any plans?” He was far too lazy and comfortable to bother moving or even thinking about moving. Right now he just wanted to lay on Gil.

^{██⊰⚔⊱██ “Nah, I don’t really!” Not that he would mind being a pillow right now, actually it’s not all bad since he still felt comfortable there. Besides, there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to him about laying around like this.}

rebelliousblade:

“Nuh. You’re warm.” Clings more.

^{██⊰⚔⊱██ “Lazy day then tonight we find something to do while we can’t sleep?” Oh well, he didn’t mind this, lazing about temporarily during the day then just getting to work later on.}

Drapes on top of him.

^{██⊰⚔⊱██ “… don’t feel like getting up either Rebby?”}

♛

<sup>██⊰⚔⊱██ “Hey, Gilly, think fast!“

Not fast enough, given he took flour straight to his face this time with an almost dead serious sort of behavior; he almost seemed deadpan which was a ruse for what he was about to do. “I’ll have you know that this means war!” He called out, a grin now coming across his tiers before he threw some of the flour in his direction. If he wished for a food fight then that’s fine by him, they can clean up the kitchen later, now was a good time to just cut loose and have some fun before they needed to go out and about again.</sup>

☏ ⁇ ø ✘

^{Loving text}

To: Rebby.
From: Gil.
Hey Rebby! 
I got breakfast with me,
so I'll bring it up in a few.
Love ya!

^{Drunk text}

To: Rebby.
From: Gil.
Cn yu lt m n tnight i mifght bje d9unk.

^{Late night text}

To: Rebby.
From: Gil.
... hey,
do you wanna stay up?
I got some games in here.

^{Hateful text}

To: Rebby.
From: Gil.
WHAT THE HELL REB!
I thought we were cool.
Did you really need to trash my room?!

rebelliousblade:

“What, you want a piece, Gilly~?”

^{██⊰⚔⊱██ “I ‘unno, sounds kinda fun, but what did you have in mind?”}

“Not my fault.” Points at Nevan.

^{██⊰⚔⊱██ “I’m weirdly not surprised it was both of ya going on about them.”}

♚ (hi ovo)

<sup>██⊰⚔⊱██ So nice, so relaxing, so… a sudden twinge of confusion came about Gil’s mind upon feeling someone against him with the metallic scent that hung around him thickly coated by demons blood; he couldn’t really say exactly he knew why Rebellion fell asleep against him, he only knew that it was not what he expected of him. Eyes locked on him, he figured it to be for the best if he were to keep his mouth shut.

He’s tired anyways, about like I am.

So sharing this spot with him isn’t anything abnormal, just feeling his head strangely against his arm like he didn’t have a care in the world. How nice that was, he was a shoulder for him to lean on while like this. Not that he would mind, he was always like this where he felt need to try and be a brother to his family.

Maybe not the responsible one, but enough of one as rustic closed just because he felt tired much like he did. A little longer is fine like this anyways, their master could find them later.</sup>