MORNINGS- UNFINISHED LOG
JUST POSTING THIS RP-LOG FOR THE BOOTYLICIOUS
jenken CAUSE SHE ASKED NICE. UNDER A CUT IN CASE YOU FOLKS DON'T WANT TO READ.
Characters: Llyr (
xandrei ), Gary ( skwinky )
Setting: Jhalir, random inn
What: Waking up next to each other... naked. 8D;
He'd been feeling this heavy sort of presence nearby since the middle of the night. Now, normally this wouldn't really bother him, since he and Gary shared a room for so many years as partners. This was a little bit different. Because instead of said presence being a couple feet away, he could swear it was right on top of him. Which was making him uncomfortably (but at the same time, comfortably) warm, even though he knew he had kicked most of the sheets off the night before.
Cracking an eye open, he winced, blinking blearily against the sun shining right in his face. As always. After a few moments, he could see a little bit better (not by much, since the sun was insisting on being a bitch that morning). It was then that he noticed something (someone?) was sleeping with their head on his shoulder. They had dark blonde hair, were kind of pale, and--
--Fuck, what? Was that Gary?
"Hrff-" Was all that he could come up with as a protest, muscles feeling as sore as they were.
One thing Gary was infamous for was the ability to sleep through anything, excusing the fact that his personal demon occasionally chose to awake him for several reasons, whether it was to save Gary (and himself) from an attack or to annoy him for something he may have done previously to irk the demon. Whatever the reason, Dezokian felt today was another one of those days as he watched Llyr, whose shoulder became a make-shift pillow for Gary, and make one of the best expressions he had ever seen from the mimic before.
It was the snickering that woke up Gary. The hunter frowned, still half asleep, trying his best to ignore the demon and fall back asleep because, right now, he was in the perfect place: comfortable, warm, and asleep, three traits the demon apparently didn't agree with. When Dezokian continued to laugh, Gary snorted, and rolled to the side (away from Llyr, Dezokian noted), pulling the covers with him, making the demon laugh more.
"Oh fuck you," Gary mumbled, pulling the blanket over his head.
Well, it looked like somehow, he'd woken Gary up. A feat in itself, considering how deep the man slept. His vocal chords still weren't working too well, though he did make a vaguely amused noise at Gary's words. He was not, however, very happy when the other hunter turned over and stole all the blankets. Nevermind that they were sharing a bed for some gods-unknown reason, that didn't give the blonde permission to take all the covers. Drawing his mouth in a straight line, Llyr grabbed the top of the blankets and yanked, happy when they gave.
"Oi, sleeping beauty."
Gods know why Gary had the reactions that he did when asleep, but the second that the warmth of the blankets disappeared, he let a kick fly backward, aiming for whatever thing stole his precious covers. He laid there about a minute longer in the cold (and listening to the still snickering demon) before grumbling and sitting up, yawning. He turned, looking in the direction that his blankets flew to and finding a rather familiar face.
"Llyr," Gary mumbled, yawning again, "Why, in the name of the Wolf, are you in my bed?"
Llyr was thanking his lucky stars that he'd been born a mimic. Because that, combined with his years as a ranger, allowed him to safely dodge that kick aimed for him. Courtesy of his dear friend, of course.
"Actually, if I recall, your bed is that one by the window, because for whatever reason, you like seeing the sun in the morning." He replied, a yawn overtaking him as soon as he finished. There were a couple reasons as to why Gary could've ended up in the same bed as him, none of which he wanted to entertain so early in the morning. Especially not the most glaringly obvious one. Oh no, not going there. Definitely not. Ok, maybe.
"I think the more pertinent question is why we're in the same bed stark naked."
Lucky for Gary, Llyr was able to think a little more clearly than he, even after he just woke up because it was taking quite some time for Gary to figure out why he was so cold. He furrowed his brow, letting Llyr's words register then taking time to examine Llyr, then himself. He jumped, shouting something along the lines of "Oh shit!" before teetering of the edge of the bed, finding his clothes on the floor beside him. Flustered, Gary gathered his shorts and pants and put them all, trying to block out the uproar of laughter in the back of his mind.
"Well I have no clue," he grumbled, finally buttoning his pants. "I just hope this looks a lot worse than it actually is."
Seeing Gary shoot straight out of bed was actually pretty priceless, if he had anything to say about it. Snickering, he stretched, just about ready to get up and get dressed. And not think about what could've possibly transpired the night before. He was definitely getting a pretty good picture. Sitting up, he winced and immediately laid back down. Scratch pretty good picture, he knew what happened. Dear gods why.
"Aughhhh." He groaned, hiding his face with his hands. There was a blush creeping its way across his cheeks (Maya only knew why), and he was feeling positively mortified.
Gary watched Llyr carefully (or as careful as a just awoken person could) as the mimic winced and fell back into the bed. "You've got to be kidding me," he mumbled, feeling his face grow hot as he fumbled with his belt buckle, finding that he couldn't even look at Llyr. Last night, he didn't... they didn't... Oh Gods, why? How did this even happen? Gary examined the room, as if there were a clue waiting to be found, and discovered something... interesting on the table beside the bed. He reached out, taking the charm in his hand, touching his bare chest to confirm that he wasn't wearing it.
'You think I was going to miss the fun?' Dezokian laughed in the back of his mind.
"Oh Gods, Llyr," Gary sighed, looking at the charm. "I'm so sorry. Don't know what happened--" Dezokian cut in, suggesting that he could describe the event in detail, but Gary continued, "But, I'm sorry. Let's just figure out why this happened."
As much as he wanted to deny it, they really had... well. Yes. And from Gary's inspection, it looked like his favorite demon had cut in at some point last night as well. That explained why he hurt so much. Gods damn. He tried to sit up again, and got about halfway before pausing. It was going to be fun trying to sit normally all week, wasn't it?
"I can't remember past getting here, eating and then waking up this morning." Llyr sighed, running his free hand through his hair. While he wasn't going to admit it aloud, at least it had been Gary that he woke up to and not some other random stranger. Augh.
With a grunt, Gary slipped on the charm and Dezokian quieted a little, then pulled on his shirt afterwards, warming himself up. He took Llyr's clothes and tossed them on the bed beside the man, trying to be as helpful as he could while still being thankful that it wasn't him that was in that kind of pain.
"Well," Gary began, sitting on the opposite end of the bed, trying not to think what happened in that bed the previous night, "That's pretty much the same for me. Maybe we ate something?" He stopped and frowned, because it only made sense that the inn served food that would not only cause amnesia but make them do... things they wouldn't normally do.
"I don't know, last I checked, I wasn't allergic to potatoes. Or whatever." He snorted, mulling things over. Most of the night was a blank, really. Llyr hadn't been lying when all he could remember was them coming to the inn, eating, and then waking up just now. How on earth had he lost half a day of his life without him knowing? The ranger felt like something like this had happened to him before, he just couldn't remember where. Hm. Either way, it was still strange. There was something else strange with this whole thing, too.
"...What." He blurted, just as it came to him. The only reason he had to be in such pain was because he had been-- oh no. No way.
jenken CAUSE SHE ASKED NICE. UNDER A CUT IN CASE YOU FOLKS DON'T WANT TO READ.
Characters: Llyr (
xandrei ), Gary ( skwinky )
Setting: Jhalir, random inn
What: Waking up next to each other... naked. 8D;
He'd been feeling this heavy sort of presence nearby since the middle of the night. Now, normally this wouldn't really bother him, since he and Gary shared a room for so many years as partners. This was a little bit different. Because instead of said presence being a couple feet away, he could swear it was right on top of him. Which was making him uncomfortably (but at the same time, comfortably) warm, even though he knew he had kicked most of the sheets off the night before.
Cracking an eye open, he winced, blinking blearily against the sun shining right in his face. As always. After a few moments, he could see a little bit better (not by much, since the sun was insisting on being a bitch that morning). It was then that he noticed something (someone?) was sleeping with their head on his shoulder. They had dark blonde hair, were kind of pale, and--
--Fuck, what? Was that Gary?
"Hrff-" Was all that he could come up with as a protest, muscles feeling as sore as they were.
One thing Gary was infamous for was the ability to sleep through anything, excusing the fact that his personal demon occasionally chose to awake him for several reasons, whether it was to save Gary (and himself) from an attack or to annoy him for something he may have done previously to irk the demon. Whatever the reason, Dezokian felt today was another one of those days as he watched Llyr, whose shoulder became a make-shift pillow for Gary, and make one of the best expressions he had ever seen from the mimic before.
It was the snickering that woke up Gary. The hunter frowned, still half asleep, trying his best to ignore the demon and fall back asleep because, right now, he was in the perfect place: comfortable, warm, and asleep, three traits the demon apparently didn't agree with. When Dezokian continued to laugh, Gary snorted, and rolled to the side (away from Llyr, Dezokian noted), pulling the covers with him, making the demon laugh more.
"Oh fuck you," Gary mumbled, pulling the blanket over his head.
Well, it looked like somehow, he'd woken Gary up. A feat in itself, considering how deep the man slept. His vocal chords still weren't working too well, though he did make a vaguely amused noise at Gary's words. He was not, however, very happy when the other hunter turned over and stole all the blankets. Nevermind that they were sharing a bed for some gods-unknown reason, that didn't give the blonde permission to take all the covers. Drawing his mouth in a straight line, Llyr grabbed the top of the blankets and yanked, happy when they gave.
"Oi, sleeping beauty."
Gods know why Gary had the reactions that he did when asleep, but the second that the warmth of the blankets disappeared, he let a kick fly backward, aiming for whatever thing stole his precious covers. He laid there about a minute longer in the cold (and listening to the still snickering demon) before grumbling and sitting up, yawning. He turned, looking in the direction that his blankets flew to and finding a rather familiar face.
"Llyr," Gary mumbled, yawning again, "Why, in the name of the Wolf, are you in my bed?"
Llyr was thanking his lucky stars that he'd been born a mimic. Because that, combined with his years as a ranger, allowed him to safely dodge that kick aimed for him. Courtesy of his dear friend, of course.
"Actually, if I recall, your bed is that one by the window, because for whatever reason, you like seeing the sun in the morning." He replied, a yawn overtaking him as soon as he finished. There were a couple reasons as to why Gary could've ended up in the same bed as him, none of which he wanted to entertain so early in the morning. Especially not the most glaringly obvious one. Oh no, not going there. Definitely not. Ok, maybe.
"I think the more pertinent question is why we're in the same bed stark naked."
Lucky for Gary, Llyr was able to think a little more clearly than he, even after he just woke up because it was taking quite some time for Gary to figure out why he was so cold. He furrowed his brow, letting Llyr's words register then taking time to examine Llyr, then himself. He jumped, shouting something along the lines of "Oh shit!" before teetering of the edge of the bed, finding his clothes on the floor beside him. Flustered, Gary gathered his shorts and pants and put them all, trying to block out the uproar of laughter in the back of his mind.
"Well I have no clue," he grumbled, finally buttoning his pants. "I just hope this looks a lot worse than it actually is."
Seeing Gary shoot straight out of bed was actually pretty priceless, if he had anything to say about it. Snickering, he stretched, just about ready to get up and get dressed. And not think about what could've possibly transpired the night before. He was definitely getting a pretty good picture. Sitting up, he winced and immediately laid back down. Scratch pretty good picture, he knew what happened. Dear gods why.
"Aughhhh." He groaned, hiding his face with his hands. There was a blush creeping its way across his cheeks (Maya only knew why), and he was feeling positively mortified.
Gary watched Llyr carefully (or as careful as a just awoken person could) as the mimic winced and fell back into the bed. "You've got to be kidding me," he mumbled, feeling his face grow hot as he fumbled with his belt buckle, finding that he couldn't even look at Llyr. Last night, he didn't... they didn't... Oh Gods, why? How did this even happen? Gary examined the room, as if there were a clue waiting to be found, and discovered something... interesting on the table beside the bed. He reached out, taking the charm in his hand, touching his bare chest to confirm that he wasn't wearing it.
'You think I was going to miss the fun?' Dezokian laughed in the back of his mind.
"Oh Gods, Llyr," Gary sighed, looking at the charm. "I'm so sorry. Don't know what happened--" Dezokian cut in, suggesting that he could describe the event in detail, but Gary continued, "But, I'm sorry. Let's just figure out why this happened."
As much as he wanted to deny it, they really had... well. Yes. And from Gary's inspection, it looked like his favorite demon had cut in at some point last night as well. That explained why he hurt so much. Gods damn. He tried to sit up again, and got about halfway before pausing. It was going to be fun trying to sit normally all week, wasn't it?
"I can't remember past getting here, eating and then waking up this morning." Llyr sighed, running his free hand through his hair. While he wasn't going to admit it aloud, at least it had been Gary that he woke up to and not some other random stranger. Augh.
With a grunt, Gary slipped on the charm and Dezokian quieted a little, then pulled on his shirt afterwards, warming himself up. He took Llyr's clothes and tossed them on the bed beside the man, trying to be as helpful as he could while still being thankful that it wasn't him that was in that kind of pain.
"Well," Gary began, sitting on the opposite end of the bed, trying not to think what happened in that bed the previous night, "That's pretty much the same for me. Maybe we ate something?" He stopped and frowned, because it only made sense that the inn served food that would not only cause amnesia but make them do... things they wouldn't normally do.
"I don't know, last I checked, I wasn't allergic to potatoes. Or whatever." He snorted, mulling things over. Most of the night was a blank, really. Llyr hadn't been lying when all he could remember was them coming to the inn, eating, and then waking up just now. How on earth had he lost half a day of his life without him knowing? The ranger felt like something like this had happened to him before, he just couldn't remember where. Hm. Either way, it was still strange. There was something else strange with this whole thing, too.
"...What." He blurted, just as it came to him. The only reason he had to be in such pain was because he had been-- oh no. No way.