[Gideon]

[callofkaren]

Gideon never was a fucking morning person. It was a fucking process waking up, and things weren't any different.

Or at least he thought it wasn't.

Really, he noticed shit was off. He just didn't perceive it quickly, which was why, despite finding the arm around him not as familiar as it fucking should have been, he didn't wake up immediately. It

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[formerfratboy]

The flailing and shrieking, well, it woke Nick up. Pretty quickly, really. Even still, he didn't sleep very well, so screaming -- especially not coming from him mid-nightmare that he wouldn't talk about -- was one sure way to wake him up in a hurry.

Nick sat up in bed, looking at where Karen should be, then following the tangle of blankets down to the floor. "What's wrong?" he asked with concern, moving over to the edge of the bed to look at her.

She looked disgruntled. Hot and half asleep and naked and horrified. He was a little confused.

"Come on back to bed, tell me what happened." Nick reached out his hand to her to help her up off the floor.

[callofkaren]

The guy was acting like it was normal they'd been sleeping together. Gideon untangled himself from the sheets he'd fallen with, ignoring the hand, not even giving a fuck that he was naked - and he was very, very naked. Thing was, he quickly realized standing was a very fucking bad idea, because he found himself with an eyeful. He looked away the minute he realized it.

"Dude, holy shit. Put some fucking pants on," he said. The sight of some other guy's junk was not something he wanted to see that early in the morning - or ever, really. "What's wrong? Are you fucking kidding me? Look at me! I have boobs!"

This had to be a really, really bad nightmare. He was going to wake up soon, and if he didn't, he didn't know what the fuck he was going to do.

[formerfratboy]

"Uh." Nick blinked at Karen, wondering if maybe he was the one still having a weird dream. "Yeah, you kind of always have those."

Regardless, he reached for the blanket, draping it over his lap. He wasn't quite sure where his clothes had ended up, and he'd rather figure out what the hell was going on before embarking on a wild search for boxers.

"Are you... did you hit your head or something on the floor?" He was a scientist, not a doctor, but he knew that Karen was acting way weird.

[callofkaren]

Gideon could at least look at the guy now that he was covered up. He still had no fucking idea who he was, but he had more pressing things to worry about.

"No, I really don't," he replied, flatly. He paused, trying to calm himself down, though he didn't know if that was fucking possible. "Who the fuck are you, anyway?"