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He wakes up in the middle of the forest with no shirt, a bird's nest close to his hair, a cat licking his face, the stench of eggs on his breath, and two roses lying over his chest. There's also a cup of alcohol sitting nearby, which makes the most sense of all the things he's surrounded by. Gwaine sits up and scratches first the back of his head before giving the cat equal amounts of attention as he peers around him.
The roses get tucked behind each ear as he leans forward and tries to figure out a couple of things. Where his shirt is isn't crucial, but it would help to know what time it is, where he is, and exactly what's happened. The sun isn't too high in the sky. In fact, it almost looks as if it's plummeting, which would mean Gwaine's slept...
Well, wait. What time did he even pass out?
He's aware that he's been in worse situations than this and that a cat and flowers are vaguely harmless when compared to slave-traders making you their arena-champion, but this isn't exactly as dignified as a man can get. Gwaine gets to his feet and that's when he discovers that he's managed to trade his boots for women's slippers. He checks for his family pendant (safe), and his sword (also safe), and does what any man has to do after a night of...well, ill repute, he imagines.
He walks with pride down the boardwalk, whistling to any who pass.
There can be no shame if you don't permit yourself to feel it. Or something like that. Gwaine's pretty sure he was two sheets to the wind the first time he heard that saying.
[ST/LT welcome. Find him anywhere and feel free to have had your pup see him the night before as well, doing whatever in the world you want him to have done]
The roses get tucked behind each ear as he leans forward and tries to figure out a couple of things. Where his shirt is isn't crucial, but it would help to know what time it is, where he is, and exactly what's happened. The sun isn't too high in the sky. In fact, it almost looks as if it's plummeting, which would mean Gwaine's slept...
Well, wait. What time did he even pass out?
He's aware that he's been in worse situations than this and that a cat and flowers are vaguely harmless when compared to slave-traders making you their arena-champion, but this isn't exactly as dignified as a man can get. Gwaine gets to his feet and that's when he discovers that he's managed to trade his boots for women's slippers. He checks for his family pendant (safe), and his sword (also safe), and does what any man has to do after a night of...well, ill repute, he imagines.
He walks with pride down the boardwalk, whistling to any who pass.
There can be no shame if you don't permit yourself to feel it. Or something like that. Gwaine's pretty sure he was two sheets to the wind the first time he heard that saying.
[ST/LT welcome. Find him anywhere and feel free to have had your pup see him the night before as well, doing whatever in the world you want him to have done]