35 Swords in the Stone

[excalibured]

[He wakes up fairly easily. He hasn't been sleeping well the past little while, and for once, he feels oddly rested, but he notes something is immediately wrong. He's not in the position he's usually in and in general his body feels different. Softer, and wider in places it shouldn't be.

He bolts into a sitting position, slightly panicked. He's done

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1/2 ALLEN IS COMING TOO

[prominency]

[ is outside the door when she hears her own voice and looks over at allen ]

2/2

[save_the_souls]

[And he gives a look back....kinda scared to know what that yell was referring too.

But he'll...give a hesitant knock]

[excalibured]

[He jerks the covers from the bed up to underneath his chin, and tries not to cringe when he can feel certain body parts pressing against his knees. He narrows his eyes slightly, because it had better not be anybody barging here but the original owner of the body]

...Enter!

[prominency]

[ opens the door with a frown on her face and sees her own body-- with someone else in it aaaugh akjhfsj ]

Don't think you're the only one annoyed by this.

[save_the_souls]

[is staying in the doorway...waitaminute didn't I kiss that woman at Christmas?!]

[excalibured]

[Allen, you kiss the entire castle at Christmas. He exhales sharply through his nose]

I do not think so. Any sane person, would react like this! [He'll take note of Allen and draw the blanket in tighter and then point at him accusingly] You! Get out! I'm not-

She isn't...There is no clothing. [Because this night dress does not count as an article of clothing, not even a little] And don't come in until we call for you!

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[prominency]

[ folds her arms ]

Panicking isn't going to help anyone.

[ KJAHFKJSE PAUSES ]

Excuse me? It's called a nightgown. At least I'm wearing something. [ she had to put on boxers man D< ]

[prominency]

[ turning to allen ]

I'm sorry, we'll call you back in in a few minutes.

[save_the_souls]

Ah, that's okay! Take your time!

[AND HE'S GETTING OUT OF THERE]

[excalibured]

I am not panicking!

[But now that you know, she's here, he'll actually be calming down. She can dress him and he doesn't have to worry about how wrong this is] That is not a nightgown! Women in the red light district wear more clothing!

I wear things to bed! [Not a shirt, but whatever, he exhales sharply and then closes his eyes] Pick out something of yours to wear, and then come help me into it. I refuse to do something so inappropriate.

[prominency]

Excuse me? I do not walk around in this outside of my own room. Not even in my own room, it's just for sleep.

I will, since you can't even find enough to wear yourself.

[excalibured]

[In his time, nightgowns are like thinner dresses, so. This is not even a legitimate argued, Joan] That's fortunate! But it's highly inappropriate by any means!

I beg your pardon?! There is nothing the matter with my clothing! [He doesn't even own anything with short sleeves..]

[prominency]

[ points to the wedding ring arthur is wearing ]

I'm married. It's appropriate for my husband. [ she walks over to the wardrobe and starts looking for clothes and begins to pull out a bra akjfsjf, dress, garters and other things ]

I didn't mean the clothes you wear on top.

[excalibured]

[He didn't even notice it, and wrinkles his nose lightly in disgust. EW. EW he didn't need to know this. What is the matter with modern people?]

Well, is he here?!

[He's keeping his eys firmly closed until he's properly dressed, but now that he can hear what he assumes are all the necessary items being pulled out, he'll let go of his death grip on the covers and get out of the bed carefully. Whoa random balance of fail] ...Then I have no idea what it is that you mean.

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[prominency]

No.

[prominency]

On second thought, maybe I should let you be. It's not too hard to dress yourself is it? [ is fucking with him now because he's a jerk and she can be, too ]

Going... commando? Really?