Who the fuck are you callin’ cute?
Uh. You need your eyes checked, friend?
Gilbert is at this point so used to Liar being half- or totally-naked that he’ll say nothing of it or even disregard it. Nudity has long since been forgotten as a sexual thing between them.
He had never locked the door to the Workshop, and it seemed the Emporium was leaning towards the same trend. It wasn’t as if the toys couldn’t defend themselves, after all. With the spiders and the newest addition to the family (a mechanical Bloodhound who Gilbert has taken to calling Stubs), it was doubtful anyone would really even want to break in.
He sat on the stool and his wings unfurled like flower petals, drooping from his back as if he’s much to sleepy to do much else. Gilbie followed Liar’s movements back and forth until he was out of his range of view, and then he slumped a little and gave a small sigh.
Had to get Liar out of the trees, so here they are. It feels so very compressed inside, though.
He returned with something that appeared to be handsewn, though he didn’t recall seeing it around the Workshop. He laid it over Gilbert’s lap, so that he wouldn’t disturb the finely veined wings the albino was sporting.
"Hey, Gil? You feelin’ all right? I can get you something to drink, or do you want to go sleep?" He kneeled to the side of the former doll, biting his lip softly, "I don’t want to bother you, but I can’t help if you don’t speak up."
"It’s like… Like a human collecting gold, the more you have the more influence… But here, we replace gold with people, preachers, the enlightened, the blessed. Spirits with thousands of followers wield more pull than those with only a dozen or so. Simple math, if— well, do you all still learn all those things, or have they been lost since I’ve been sealed away? Algebra, geometry, all that good stuff?"
The, erm, nudge against his stomach made Gilbert glance down and blink at Alexander before looking back up at his face instead. Did— er, should he do something, or was that normal, or— well, not the biological part, that was normal. But…
The demigod pursed his lips. All that big talk and neither of them know how to even begin going about this. That swell of desire coming off the priest was clouding his head up and making all this business real difficult to think through.
He thought for a moment, “…I fear that I only know basic math. In the much larger cities, such knowledge is much more… well, abundant. Small towns are not blessed with teachers or the great schools.” Alexander bit his lip a little, “I know nothing of who Algebra is, or Geometry. Were they great people of your time?”
He could sense Gilbert’s confusion, and possible arousal. Oh, this was so very embarrassing. He bit his lip slightly, trying to calm himself down. It was no use, for his hips canted upward slightly, seeking friction before permission. He cursed himself again and again. Who was he to defile such purity?
"I— Gilbert, Master Gilbert, I am so very… sorry." Alexander swallowed thickly, peering at the spirit through fluttering lashes. The pool, warm and comfortable, was doing nothing to assist his rising temperature. No matter what kind of training he had received, nothing could have prepared him for this beautiful creature resting in his lap.
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