Another day, another mooshy-gooshy promptfic. =7= I swear, Gil, you're too soft for your own good sometimes. I have a feeling that players of more "traditional" Gilberts will want to utterly destroy me for how he behaves in this fic, but it can't be helped; my Gil has a huuuuuuge paternal streak. So too bad. =3=
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Yet another set of crimson eyes gleams mischievously back at Gilbert before the bearer of those eyes giggles and shoots her hand forward to deposit a big, juicy worm in his lap. )
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[...] but soon all of the eagle's chicks are safe in the nest of his arms.
And I very like Ludwig's reaction. How he immediately thinks about the practical aspects while Gilbo just thinks how much fun it would be. XD
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