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[likedtheodds]

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

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[youmayhaveheard]

It was impressive. Really. I have, in my time, been something of an expert on the long slow walk home in the morning after. This, though, was something spectacular. I paused, on the boardwalk (on my own slow walk home from Molly's, as it happened) and tilted my head.

"Well done," I said. "No, really."

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine performs something of a bow. When he straightens, he looks to Kote with a hopeful look on his face. "I don't suppose you have a story of how I managed to become in this condition? I remember the flowers, vaguely." He'd stolen some to try and woo several of the lovelier ladies around him. "The cat? Not so much."

[youmayhaveheard]

Without thinking about it, I echoed his bow, far lower, more stately - never let it be said that the Edema Ruh skimped on greetings.

"Alas," I said, with a sad shake of my head. "That is one of the stories that the Edema Rue do not possess." I shrugged. "I was in bed with my lady fair."

[likedtheodds]

"Ah, your lady fair," Gwaine remarks with a devious smirk on his face. "I was in bed with a cat and strange slippers. I really need a better story than that to get me through the day. Do tell me more about how your relationship with the fair lady are progressing?"

[youmayhaveheard]

"A gentleman never speaks of such things," I said, with a little grin. "And neither would an Edema Ruh, though I'm not sure that the reasons would be the same."