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Hey there, fam!! Caught me at a bad time! I might be in between jobs or, heheh, in between worlds even!! Leave ol' Sampo a message and he'll get STRAIGHT back to you as soon as he can! You can count on me!
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[ the Laughter is all but wailing its delight as Gilgamesh comes close to Sampo so that he can be better heard over the jangling and jeering, eyes lidded as the being's noise ripples the air, whispers along Gil's skin. he presses his forehead to Sampo's and comes in, lips to his ear again. ]
And that's where you need to think about it, my darling 'business' man. [ he taps Sampo's forearm, using his finger to... illustrate his point, writing down numbers as he speaks them, thinks of them. it's nice to touch Sampo. grounding, especially with the Laughter ringing so wildly through the cellar. ]
If he were to go to court, a court would say he needed to pay something appropriate to his income and lifestyle, since that's what a child would be due in the wake of his presence, right? So think of how expensive it was to raise one son with nannies, expensive schools, designer clothes... and then add interest to twenty-two years of shirked payments. [ tap. tap tap tap. thumb resting on Sampo's pulse, letting their hearts beat together--Gil's is quick, impassioned. like a wolf smelling blood in the quiet of night. like a rabbit bleeding in the snow, huddled down for fear of the noises in the treeline. ]
He does not have that kind of liquid cash laying around. He'd have to withdraw funds, cash out investments--people would notice, people would talk. If he lowballs the boy's mother, she takes him to a formal setting to get her pounds of flesh, and then everyone knows. He has a terrible responsibility swinging over his head, threatening to take it and crush his entire empire.
[ and Gil could pay it away without a blink, but something shifts in his expression--his pupils tighten, slitted, and he drums his fingers lazily on Sampo's wrist again. ]
He desperately wants me to do something, yes, and put me in contact with his son's mother.
And she, quite politely, would like me to sponsor her child's immigration to America and help him with the messy business of opening a shop of some sort. Most likely a bakery. She'd like him to have somewhere safe to stay until he can get a little bit of cash in to better his independence.
[ if the Laughter weren't caterwauling its joy before... ]
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[ like. honestly. gil could say NO and just. bask off the aftermath, but. here gil is, instead, having a moral conundrum over what he needs to DO with a sudden brother and the need to be something better than what this New Brother was given. Honestly. It makes sampo feel a little... happy? That someone like Gil who was allergic to using affectionate terms with anyone stands here, thinking about his next moves.
...And there goes Aha, continuing THEIR gigglefit. ]
SsSSSSOOOOoooOooO.
What's the plan, my man?
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but instead he's... tentative. unsure. feeling stirred up enough about it that he's pacing in his wine cellar instead of sitting in one of the manor's man fancy and ostentatious chairs, having a merry laugh about the misfortunes of his lessers.
what is he going to do.
he savors the thought for a moment, letting it settle and sing in the corner of his mind as he thinks. and thinks. and then his eyes flicker open and he looks to Sampo with such a clarity of himself. ]
Well clearly, I'm to be the man my father never was.
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Pay him off and see him on his way, or...
Waaaaait. That's what you need grumpy ol' Vittore's advice for, isn't it?
You wanna talk to him about what to do because of his weirdo brother from another world, right?
Man, that's smart. [ but Vittore was also a rich weirdo, what if he didn't give good advice. ): worry Samuel. This is worrysamuelface.png. ]