i'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts
Who: Gwaine and Arthur. And Zoidberg Allen
What: Discovering a loss -or- how to get a prince to work for you
When: Early this morning
Where: Gwaine's new house which isn't actually Gwaine's
Rating: PG M for Manly. If naked chests and absurd scenarios offend you, look away.
After waking up with a mild hangover, dozens of questions and on the floor after he rolled off the couch, Gwaine stands in front of Arthur's closet, looking for clothes. Maybe looking is the wrong verb. His actions are more along the lines of reach-in-grab-first-acceptable-looking-clothes-he-finds. He's whistling a cheerful tune as he dresses.
At least until he tries to put on a shirt.
The first time, he slid his arms in and when he tried to raise it over his head, the shirt slipped right off his hands and to the floor. Thinking he might be a little more hungover than he previously thought (can't keep hold of a shirt? really?), he tries again. Same thing happens.
On his third attempt, the shirt slithers away from him to where it pools still and innocent on the floor. Carefully stepping over to it, he punts it back into the closet.
Second shirt he tries? Same end result. Third? Likewise.
It is a very confused and weirded out Gwaine that finally calls for Arthur after a fourth failed attempt to finish dressing himself.
"Uh, Arthur? Is there an enchantment on these shirts so no one other than you can wear them?"
What: Discovering a loss -or- how to get a prince to work for you
When: Early this morning
Where: Gwaine's new house which isn't actually Gwaine's
Rating: PG M for Manly. If naked chests and absurd scenarios offend you, look away.
After waking up with a mild hangover, dozens of questions and on the floor after he rolled off the couch, Gwaine stands in front of Arthur's closet, looking for clothes. Maybe looking is the wrong verb. His actions are more along the lines of reach-in-grab-first-acceptable-looking-clothes-he-finds. He's whistling a cheerful tune as he dresses.
At least until he tries to put on a shirt.
The first time, he slid his arms in and when he tried to raise it over his head, the shirt slipped right off his hands and to the floor. Thinking he might be a little more hungover than he previously thought (can't keep hold of a shirt? really?), he tries again. Same thing happens.
On his third attempt, the shirt slithers away from him to where it pools still and innocent on the floor. Carefully stepping over to it, he punts it back into the closet.
Second shirt he tries? Same end result. Third? Likewise.
It is a very confused and weirded out Gwaine that finally calls for Arthur after a fourth failed attempt to finish dressing himself.
"Uh, Arthur? Is there an enchantment on these shirts so no one other than you can wear them?"