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[gwaine]

Who: Gwaine and YOU
What: There's a shirtless man walking around that looks like this. What do you mean what?
When: Today!
Where: Anywhere in the castle and grounds you want except your bed
Rating: P for Pectorals (no really it's all family friendly fun unless someone with colorful language comes along)
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[ofthefaintsmile]

Teresa is sitting in the lobby, ridiculously large sword propped against the free cushion on the couch. She's not really flipping through the journal on her lap--it's a ruse, you see. She's so bored, she's decided to people watch.

It's fairly uneventful until the shirtless man enters her line of sight.

She makes no attempt to hide that she's looking him over, frowning.

[gwaine]

Feeling eyes on him, he turns around. When he sees who it is, he bows to her in greeting with a ready smile. Shirtless or not, he still has manners--and he has a good idea of why she's frowning.

[ofthefaintsmile]

"It's a little cold to be walking around like that, isn't it?" Not that she herself could feel the autumn chill, if it was there, but she could assume.

Humans. So strange. And then they wonder why disease and illness kills them off.

[gwaine]

"I appreciate the concern, my lady, but cold or not I can't put on a shirt. They tend to disappear every time I try." He shrugs. Not really much he can do except deal with it.

♥

[maldestre]

Great and pretty minds think alike! Elena was just about to leave the castle to return to the city when she ran into a familiar, albeit shirtless, friend. Amusement is going to be a permanent staple in her life when it comes to Gwaine it seems.

"Have you misplaced your shirt?"

/showers you with ♥

[gwaine]

"Lady Elena!" Of all the people he could have been caught by... "In a way. It's more like shirts flee from me whenever I try to put them on."

[maldestre]

"Shirts do not flee from their wearers, Sir Gwaine."

So, why is she so amused? Maybe it was just the excuse in itself or the fact that he actually seemed to believe the silly tale himself.

[gwaine]

"That's what I thought." He runs a hands through his hair as he speaks. "Unfortunately, it's all too true in my case since coming here. Arthur has had to finish dressing me all week."

[checkbelowdecks]

Isabela's on her way to one of the bars in the city, but the sight of a hot shirtless man pulls her up short.

"Hello, handsome. Need any help?"

[gwaine]

He aims a rakish grin her way. "Indeed, my lady. I'd hoped to find my room in this castle."

[checkbelowdecks]

He gets an appreciative look and a slow smile.

"Your room, specifically, or would any room do?"

Because she's more than willing to share her bed help out a poor shirtless man.

[gwaine]

"I was seeking my room, but now I wonder if it might not be for the best that I change tactics."

He would really appreciate any help getting to bed.