[RL w/ Eros, Gisborne, Robin--AV Aftermath]

[death_chopper]

[Going to sleep in a bed full of animals had been an interesting experience for Blackout. He hadn't been happy about Gisborne's presence at the end of the bed--it felt like his hand throbbed every time he looked at him--and he still didn't trust this Robin

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[revered_love]

[For the first time in a good few days, Eros woke up without a barrage of kitten thoughts. He shifted against the warmth to his side and decided it would be better to curl up to it, toss an arm around him-- Oh.

Oh, he had arms. Hands, proper human limbs. The virus was over, ooh! Despite his excitement, tiredness prevailed and he shifted only to push himself up onto his elbow and reach for Blackout. He went to tug at a shirt and ended up just dragging his fingers over his belly.] Heeeeey, look, I have fingersssss.

[for_britain]

[Robin roused slowly, a protesting grunt on his lips at the ticklish fingers on his stomach -- he pulled away, stretching in the process, not knowing who or what the hand belonged to, but he wasn't quite ready to get up.

He stretched, legs far longer than his little fox legs kicking out and meeting something... soft. Ew. Robin struggled to prop himself up onto an elbow, but something -- no, make that two somethings -- were keeping him right where he was. He finally opened his eyes, face to face with Gisborne. Robin gave a strangled gasp, jerking away and successfully smushing himself against Eros -- oh God, who was he? Where was he?]

[death_chopper]

[Now that was unexpected--human words coming out of a human throat. ...Well, a god's throat; close enough, considering he expected nothing today but animal sounds and Eros' stumbling attempts to talk. He pushed the pillow back and blinked blearily at the face in front of his eyes, which was not the one he expected. He scowled, and shoved himself up on one elbow, scrubbing the other hand across his eyes. Grumbled:] You must be Robin.

[revered_love]

[He realized his mistake when the blonde popped up and frowned, pushing him back down and streeetching over him to touch Blackout instead.] Blaaaackout. [He whined, demanding attention-- That hadn't changed, at least.]

[Gisborne, who had not roused with the others, had sadly been woken up by the kick and what would've been a doggish yelp came out as a strangled noise of surprise and he shoved at Robin's legs, stopped, realized what was going on and in an attempt to quickly gather blanket to cover himself, slid right off the end of the bed.

He made no attempt to recover, either.]