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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[magetrouble.livejournal.com]

[That promptly wakes Kala up and she scrambles, flailing for a moment before she catches herself on the edge of the bed. Which isn't hers. And she knew that voice.]

...are. Are you okay?

[It came out quietly, tentative. And she peered down at him only to clap a hand over her mouth. He hadn't a stitch on. Very, very carefully, she tugged a blanket free and nudged it over the side of the bed.]

[billy-blin.livejournal.com]

{Blin took the blanket and wrapped it around himself.]

Ah, Brilliant. Toga. Never wrong with a Toga.

So... what'd I miss last night? Was it good?

[This is not the first time this has happened to him.]

[magetrouble.livejournal.com]

I don't know. And if something had [that is a pause, a long one] happened, I would be really, really annoyed if I couldn't remember it.

[and another very long pause]

...I'm sorry you fell off the bed. Do you want [Kala's probably a few shades of pink] to come back and what's a to-ga?

[billy-blin.livejournal.com]

[Long pause] There's really no appropriate response to that, is there?

[He yawns and sits on the edge of the bed]

Toga's a type of clothin', from the roman era. Ye take a sheet, wrap it around yourself like this, and tie it off. Obviously, there's different ways te wear it, dependin' on what ye need to cover.

[magetrouble.livejournal.com]

I think all the appropriate things are off elsewhere today. [Kala bites her lip and tilts her chin ever so slightly before sitting next to him]

...to-ga. [She pokes him gently] It looks cold.

[billy-blin.livejournal.com]

Aye, it is a bit drafty, but no worse than that time I was forced to wear a kilt. Mostly they're designed fer warmer weather. Rome's near the equator 'n all. Besides, sometimes a man's kit needs a good breeze. Did ye need one?

[What? It's not like he can see what she's wearing.]

[magetrouble.livejournal.com]

...there are clothings that haven't any underthings? [Disbelief, wide eyed and amused, rings through her voice.] And. Oh. I suppose we all need a good. Breeze. Every once and awhile.

[Seven hells of fire that did not sound right at all.]

No. I don't need a to-ga. But it is cold and I think that's probably my fault.

[billy-blin.livejournal.com]

Ye'll have te explain that one a bit. I assume ye mean yer magic?

[Like there's really any other explanation. Blin grabbed another blanket and tossed it over her shoulders to keep her a bit warmer]

There, maybe that'll he ye a bit.

[magetrouble.livejournal.com]

Mm. It doesn't stay in properly. It's like I have cracks and things that never got fixed. But I try.

[Kala curls into the blanket and blinks, quiet for a moment before leaning into him wordlessly.]

[billy-blin.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see. Me arms are like that sometimes... energy leaks out. But, there may be at least a little something I can do to help...

[Blin closed his eyes and concentrated.He breathed in deep and pulled some of the magic into himself, releasing it as heat with a sigh.]

There, energy transformation, for fun and profit.

[magetrouble.livejournal.com]

Oh! Warmer, too. [And there was a touch of wonder in her voice and even a tiny smile.] That's useful. [Kala tucks herself up against him as if sun-soaking.]

That's very handy.

[billy-blin.livejournal.com]

Aye, I'm very handy. {Blin put his arm around her to transfer heat all the better. Plus, it was comfy. If only he could remember last night, it might have even been appropriate.]

[magetrouble.livejournal.com]

Handy's good. [She was sleepy and it tugged at her voice.] M'sorry I'm cold. It might be an air mage thing for all I know. [Kala's voice is a touch wistful as she settles comfortably into him.]

[billy-blin.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it. [Blin gives her a small squeeze for reassurance and continues to sit, waiting for her to drift back off. Once she's asleep, he's got a game he needs to play. It's called 'find the pants'.]

[magetrouble.livejournal.com]

[Kala does, indeed, drift off into a light doze, buried up against him and too tired to care about his pants or lack of, for that matter. Her eyelids feel a bit glued shut and are so heavy that trying to keep them open is pointless.]

Don't g'way. S'warm. [The mumble itself is half lost and drifts as she sighs.]

[billy-blin.livejournal.com]

{Blin just smiled and got comfortable. He was going to be here for a while...]