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[caipirinha]

my character gets into bed with yours, or vice versa;
what happens?
have you crawled under the covers for some friendly
cuddles, or are your intentions not so innocent?
are you planning some form of practical joke, or are
you just plain drunk?
maybe you just have no idea what's going on.

( adapted from the plurk meme! )

Comments

john "oxford" buchanan | the order

[romanticism]

teagan | monsters!

[halfbreed]

Riley | Rapto

[davidsons]

[Streeetching]

michael | judeo-christian | universalis

[meritorious]

adele lightfoot | universalis

[vitalities]

theo knox | smoke & mirrors

[incantations]

well. yes. i...well you knew this was coming.

[decompressed]

[ The rule of thumb is to not let Brian anywhere near Michael when he is functioning in a less than optimal way. Typically this only applies to when Brian is completely wasted, but sometimes, when Brian is very tired, he confuses where he's supposed to go to sleep. Specifically he confuses what bed (technically what house as well, though really, Brian was over there anyway, checking up on Michael) he is supposed to sleep in.

Which is how he find himself crawling into bed with Michael, looking like he wants to cuddle, but somehow he restrains himself in his sleepy state. Of course, he's still incredibly close, but that's neither here nor there because Michael is warm and Brian always moves toward warm things in a bed. ]

Andël Vlcěk. Snipers

[scopeye]

i am p r e d i c t a b l e.

[disappearing]

[ Where Riley might be stretching, Giles is only just laying himself down. He's terribly tired, and entirely under the impression that this is the right place to be right name - that is to say, he's fairly sure that he's getting into his own bed at the moment, even though this is in fact not the case.

He sinks down with a soft fwoofing noise, face first for a moment before he turns his head slightly, curling his arms around the nearest pillow he finds, his hand brushing past Riley's hair as he moves, though the feel of her hair doesn't quite register with him immediately. ]

ogmios | celtic | universalis

[influential]

yes, yes i did :]

[meritorious]

[ Rule of thumb it may be, but it seems to very rarely be put into practice, if recent incidents involving winter coats and "bitches" are anything to go by. Generally speaking, Michael is very adept at dealing with the inebriated or ridiculously tired (though it is usually the former he encounters, rather than the latter), even more so when he knows who he is dealing with, and he knows Brian very well. It's another matter, though, when you are fast asleep, but stir nonetheless, sensitive to the fact that there is another weight on the bed.

Michael turns his head somewhat, frowning, though he can't really bring himself to open his eyes yet, too hazy and fresh from sleep to rely on his usual sharp senses - and for a brief, moment, that's quite a blessing. ]

What- Gabriel? [ Because who else would it be? It's his and Gabriel's house, after all. ] What are you... what is it?

fgjkhdgdklf excellent /drums fingers

[davidsons]

[She barely registers him, as well, as she relaxes from her arched, tense and so satisfying position and her arms drop back onto her stomach with a final sigh, both weights falling fully on the mattress at the same time. She smells and feels faintly like the smoke and warmth from the bar she came back from, so she almost doesn't spot Giles' scent or temperature, either.

That only happens when she feels her hair shift, and her first thought is ew ew ew spider on my hair, gross. But it's way too heavy to be a spider and she turns around.

And her eyebrows arch, amused.] 'Night.

[disappearing]

[ It takes him a moment to register that someone has said something to him, that it's not just a figment of his sleepy imagination. When he realises, his eyes snap open to stare directly at the face beside him - a familiar face, no less. Considering the terrible heat he suddenly feels flooding his cheeks, he responds with a surprising amount of grace.

Giles pushes himself in a smooth, careful movement, straightening to stand with rather stiff shoulders, arms frozen by his sides, managing not to stumble. His voice is a little higher pitched than it normally would be, but not too embarrassingly so. ]

Riley. [ ... ] I'm so sorry, I didn't- I had no idea you were there.

[davidsons]

[She figures that his reaction is predictable, but nevertheless, it's refreshing. How long since the last time she actually flustered someone to the point of red ears? So she just yawns casually, lets her shoulders completely fall on the mat and clasps her hands on her stomach.

She gives him a lazy, one-eyed look after the uncovered yawn. She's just relaxed about his proximity.]

Yeaaah, my bad. I kinda switched rooms, I thought you knew. [Another yawn and she pats the pillow beside her with the back of her hand] Oh, well. C'mon, y'look exhausted.

lewis puckett | estranged (switched au)

[traced]

jack gibson | the order (post-canon)

[ex_dissevered784]

[disappearing]

[ Giles prepares his mouth to say another apology, but when he opens his mouth, all he does is imitate a goldfish instead, because his brain has already told his tongue to hold up one second. He stares at Riley blankly for a long moment as what she said processes, looking faintly bemused. He wishes he hadn't deposited his jacket on top of some random object in the semi-dark, he wishes he was clutching it to himself like some kind of pathetic fabric shield.

Eventually, he manages, ]

I- what?

[ It's not much of an improvement, though, let's be honest. ]

[abditive]

[Most likely has been knocked out by another session with his faithful alcohol again. He'll feel the other presence in his bed once he's slowly pulled back to reality; for now he's too tired to see that isn't his wife. Or an affair.]

[davidsons]

[She scoffs, but it's good-natured. She props her weight on her elbows, runs a hand through her hair, only messing it further.] I am not going to let you sleep on the couch nor the floor, you look like a wreck.

[She jerks her head to the other side of the bed.] Go on. I'm not a demon who'll jump at you at night, you know that.

[influential]

[ Ogmios is used to sharing his bed with all sorts of individuals - men, women, mortals, gods, all sorts, but those followed by the scent of alcohol have never been his favourites, nor warmly welcomed. Ogmois stirs, sensitive and faintly bothered by the man next to him. Unimpressed, he props himself up on his elbows, gaze dull and disinterested, wishing rather to go back to a more comfortable sleep, though somewhat unsure as to what to do with this strange man by his side. ]

ASHLEY "LANCASTER" JONES | the order

[calunium]

[autonomise]

[While Marina had given Lewis a key to her apartment a few months prior, she rarely expected him to use it. Rather, she spent much more time at his, left enough of her things there to claim a piece of his space as her own whether he liked it or not. Today, though, had been different. It had just been easier to go home instead of going out of her way when she just needed to rest.

She's not sure what time it is when she stirs at the feeling of movement, but it's still dark. Definitely still dark, without a wink of light outside. She groans into the arm splayed over her face, barely opening her eyes to look at him.]

Hey.

ACACIO "SALAMANCA" SERNA | the order

[revery]

[disappearing]

[ Giles smiles faintly at the remark on how he looks like a wreck. ]

And there I was, hoping no one would notice.

[ Though just as he seems to relax a little, he immediately colours again, shaking his head. ]

That isn't what's worrying me, I mean- [ URK ] -are you... sure? I don't want to be a bother, or, or get in your way, anything like that.

FABIEN TAUZIN | universalis

[sweltry]