Hook, Line, and Sinker
Eduard had made sure to stop by all the other occupied rooms on his way to the one he shared with Toris, Feliks, and Gilbert. He knew Mathias and Siguard at least would be very much looking forward to the day's activites, as would Matt as he had overheard him excitedly talking about it to Lars earlier in the trip. It was still too early into his morning coffee consumption for Eduard to decide whether or not he was particularly eager to begin fishing, but he was fairly certain that once he'd borrowed a suitable shirt from Tino (he and Berwald were gracious enough to lend him a shirt as the one he'd worn initially was currently missing) and become exposed to everyone else's enthusiasm that he would most likely enjoy himself. That was if Gilbert didn't somehow manage to make a scene when people responded to the fact that YES he actually was on their trip and NO they had not been hallucinating yesterday.
The groggy blond groaned slightly at the thought of facing Gilbert again after everything that had not only gone on the day before but moreover what had happened later that evening. As much as he was sure he should probably not look back and pretend that the unexpected moment of ecstasy had never happened, there was no way he was going to be able to put it out of his mind even if he managed to obtain one of the brain wiping devices used by the Men In Black.
After finding a shirt from Tino's bag that fit him well enough (a tad on the snug side, but then Ti was a little smaller than he was) and shuffling back down the hall in his best impression of one of the living dead Eduard quietly opened the door to his room and stepped inside, noting that Toris and Feliks appeared to have already left to seek out their breakfast. That was for the best, he supposed, as it would certainly be awkward trying to deal with an unfamiliar morning situation with other people around. The lighting in the room was still slightly dimmed, but no longer night time dark, and a faint snore could be heard coming from a tangled pile of blankets and white limbs on the bottom bunk where he and Gilbert had slept the night before. Of course it would be more accurate to say that Gilbert slept, and Eduard merely lay there awkwardly and nervously as his new found companion had seen fit to flop onto the tiny bunk right on top of him and claim both him and the bed as his own territory. Needless to say not much sleep was had on his part.
"Gilbert?" Eduard hesitantly poked at the snoring bundle of blankets. It simply groaned at him. "It's time to wake up. We're at the fishing spot now and there is breakfast waiting." More silence interrupted by a muffled grunt. Eduard poked the pile again. "Gilbert?"
And that's when Eduard was abruptly shocked awake by a hand shooting out from under the tangle of blankets, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him down onto the bed and into the dark warmth of the pile from whence it had come.
The groggy blond groaned slightly at the thought of facing Gilbert again after everything that had not only gone on the day before but moreover what had happened later that evening. As much as he was sure he should probably not look back and pretend that the unexpected moment of ecstasy had never happened, there was no way he was going to be able to put it out of his mind even if he managed to obtain one of the brain wiping devices used by the Men In Black.
After finding a shirt from Tino's bag that fit him well enough (a tad on the snug side, but then Ti was a little smaller than he was) and shuffling back down the hall in his best impression of one of the living dead Eduard quietly opened the door to his room and stepped inside, noting that Toris and Feliks appeared to have already left to seek out their breakfast. That was for the best, he supposed, as it would certainly be awkward trying to deal with an unfamiliar morning situation with other people around. The lighting in the room was still slightly dimmed, but no longer night time dark, and a faint snore could be heard coming from a tangled pile of blankets and white limbs on the bottom bunk where he and Gilbert had slept the night before. Of course it would be more accurate to say that Gilbert slept, and Eduard merely lay there awkwardly and nervously as his new found companion had seen fit to flop onto the tiny bunk right on top of him and claim both him and the bed as his own territory. Needless to say not much sleep was had on his part.
"Gilbert?" Eduard hesitantly poked at the snoring bundle of blankets. It simply groaned at him. "It's time to wake up. We're at the fishing spot now and there is breakfast waiting." More silence interrupted by a muffled grunt. Eduard poked the pile again. "Gilbert?"
And that's when Eduard was abruptly shocked awake by a hand shooting out from under the tangle of blankets, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him down onto the bed and into the dark warmth of the pile from whence it had come.