WAKING UP!

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Your character is in a nice, warm bed, wearing their bedclothes (or lack thereof) of choice. It's comfortable, it's fluffy, and it's great...

Unfortunately, someone's in bed with them. They might roll over and accidentally cop a feel before waking up fully, they might notice the heat on their backs, but whatever the case may be, there's someone in there with them. They could easily remember the night before, how that happened, but...

Where's the fun in that?

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[birthmural]

[Daimon sits up and his fists glow with soulfire.]

Damn you, if you have touched me I shall flay you alive.

[burden-of-sin.livejournal.com]

[He is still intent on covering his jibbly bits with the blanket.]

If I touched YOU? Who snuck into who's bed here, pal?!

... Also, you kinda seem like you're on fire. Might want to get that checked out.

[birthmural]

Do not bother me with your pitiful protests. I know not what you have done to me, but you will reveal your secrets!

[burden-of-sin.livejournal.com]

[wolfwood now wraps himself in the blanket tightly, concealing all but his head.]

Like hell I will! Get out of here, pervert!

[birthmural]

Do not slander me, pathetic mortal spawn! You WILL explain yourself!

[burden-of-sin.livejournal.com]

Why should I explain why you're in MY bed?! Asking me to reveal things?! The hell, man?!

[birthmural]

I have no recollection of how I could possibly have ended up here, which leaves only one answer, that I have been brought here against my will!

[burden-of-sin.livejournal.com]

Riiiight. With all the available, overaged women on board, I decided to rufee a lunatic with a scorching case of demonic herpes, or whatever that fire stuff is. Makes total sense there. Get out of my bed and go find a more willing guy to get your jollies with, cause I ain't having it.

[birthmural]

[Here, Wolfwood, have a blast of burning yet not physically harmful soulfire.]

[burden-of-sin.livejournal.com]

[Wolfwood recoils in a bit of pain, jumping out of the bed and dropping the blankets.]

Alright, seriously, sneaking into a guy's bed, screaming at him, and then blasting him with demon herpes? Leave. Now.

[birthmural]

Not until you explain yourself!