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[gil_whimple]

*Waking was hard but he manages it and rolls over with a groan then sits up, head swimming*

Ow, bugger - ooh by head

*he's still terribly blocked up and sniffly but the awful fever seems to have broken. He looks down at his small bare body that seems to be clad only in damp tea towels*

What the ...?

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[fevered_dreams]

*next to the bed, Rodya starts at Gil's movements*

Oh! You have awaken. I-

*looks at the towels and blushes*

You were quite hot last night.

[gil_whimple]

Oh - was I?

*looks down again and blushes*

Have you been there ALL night? I - um - didn't do anything - um - embarrassing did I?

[fevered_dreams]

No, you did not do nothing. I think you were dreaming bad dreams, though, as you were making sad sounds.

Would you like for me to get you some bed clothes?

*Rodya quickly stands up and hurries over to where Gil kept his things*

[gil_whimple]

Oh please.

*still very pink he rearranges the towels to cover the fur on his legs as well as his - well - bits.*

Just pass me my bathrobe will you *points to threadbare object he dragged out of the lost property box after an appropriate time had elapsed* I'm not planning on going far.