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[sirbeaumains]

Gareth knows there are quite a few things he could be doing-- indeed, that he ought to be doing. But instead he is just sitting outside (free of armor, now) quite content doing nothing at all. He's not been here long, but he feels there have been enough goings-on already to merit something of a break.

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[fingersofleaf]

"Hey!" comes a friendly voice from behind him, and a besmudged Percy flops down on the ground beside him.

[sirbeaumains]

"How're you?" he asks brightly.

[fingersofleaf]

"Good! How are you? Did you just get here?"

[sirbeaumains]

"I guess so. A week or so? But I still can't find my way around." A grin. "Have you been here all along?"

[illgotten]

"Hullo, you." Mordred stops behind him, reaches down to ruffle his hair.

[sirbeaumains]

"Hallo!" He tries to duck away from the ruffling, edging over so as to be out of reach, and so Mordred might sit, if he so chooses.

[illgotten]

"Keeping busy, I see."

[sirbeaumains]

"I have been. I just happen to be sitting right now."

[tip_tilted]

"Idle hands are the devil's playing ground," Lynet murmurs dryly, with a half-smile, as she approaches Gareth.

[sirbeaumains]

He starts, scrambling to his feet as soon as he recognizes the voice. "...Lady."

[tip_tilted]

"No need for that; sit down, be as you were. You looked the very picture of contentment, I should hate to disturb that simply by being near you."

[sirbeaumains]

"Your being near does not disturb me, Lady; I wished to stand."