"Why would you care?"
"Oh, I don’t. But your crying’s getting very annoying."
I did a thing…
Humans always reacted the same way when they found out the truth of Muska’s origins— he would’ve thought that the slight twinge of hurt would have vanished after seven hundred years, but it hadn’t.
Nonetheless, he was intrigued with Gaston’s response, as no human had reached for a weapon after hearing such news. Most humans ran and never looked back. “I would think that death-by-bear would be a terribly sad way to depart this mortal coil, and plus, I find you interesting. I’d prefer to have you alive, as conversations are quite boring with the dead.”
A gentle smile crossed the king’s face. “And I must admit, you’ve given the most amusing response to what I am— no other human has reached for a weapon; You’re daring, and that’s a fine quality in humans.” He shrugged, knowing that Gaston’s ego must’ve been hurt— (Muska had been arrogant like Gaston, but after his fall from grace, he had learned. Maybe Gaston would learn, too.)
"If you hadn’t told me to climb the tree, I might’ve frozen, and we’d both be covered in much more blood. And we’d most likely be in a great amount of pain. So I won’t mind if you take the credit— I am glad that you were here."
"Perhaps we should call this one teamwork."
Step one: flatter. Step two: gain Gaston’s trust. Step three: wait for the hunter to falter. Step four: prove the superiority of Laputians. It was simple, really.
He stood quietly as he listened to the man before him, breaking his silence only to chuckle nervously when Muska made the comment about having conversations with the dead. He nodded slowly as the Laputian continued speaking. He wasn’t going to admit that he’d reached for his weapon without realizing it since it did score him being called ‘daring’.
"Teamwork, yes," he agreed. "I’m glad we both escaped alive, but I’m ready to say that that’s enough excitement for one day—even for me. Why don’t we go back to town and grab a drink?" Lord knows I need one right about now.
He ran a hand through his hair, still very uneasy about the man before him. But he figured that if he was willing to save his life, then he could be trusted. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t be cautious around him though. He had that stuff. Aetherium? He needed to find out what it was.
BONUS POINTS IF YOU NAME THE OTHER PARENT.
//you win~ gaston+gaston=otp obvi
//in an au, it might happen. But I really don’t know if they’d be bros or enemies canonically