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[brute_shot_bully]

[Come midnight, Maine is not in his bed and he is not alone. He is, however, a heavy enough sleeper that he doesn't notice right away, perhaps even sidling up to and wrapping thick arms around the supple, long-haired warm body beside him. The idea that he remembers going to bed alone doesn't quite jar him awake. It's more a nagging oddity that gradually pulls him conscious.]

[Eventually he's forced to blink his eyes open and actaully look at his bedmate. He didn't recognize the face, but that's not what had him suddenly shoving back with a startled yelp and falling off the bed. No, Maine did that because the woman he thought he'd been cuddling turned out to be a guy.]

[His tumble off the heart-shaped bed caused him to knock a journal open.] WHAT THE FUCK.

[[ooc: Maine and Duke, open journal for either!]]

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[radiantwingedone]

[ Way to give him a heartattack-wakeup. He'd been comfortably warm sleeping for the first time since he'd shown up at this castle and then REALLY LOUD VOICE.

Duke goes rolling off the other end of the bed because sudden loud noises are not good. And because the edge of the bed was a lot quicker than he thought it should have been. He's having a bad month, in terms of how many times he's knocked his head on things, but at least this isn't the door then the floor. ]

Loud. [ Yes, he's still tangled in blankets and on the floor and he's going to complain about the other's volume. ]

[brute_shot_bully]

Yeah. So? [Maine's trying to extricate himself from the sheets as well, still glaring at this other guy and then ... noticing the heart-shaped bed, the red silk sheets and the decor or red and pink toole draped evocatively all over the ... cave ...?]

Where are we?

[radiantwingedone]

Judging by the acoustics, where I went to sleep. Even if they seem slightly muffled. [ He'd like to still be sleeping, thank you. and he guesses that the other's loud voice was good for that, at least.

.... ]

Candles? - [ Where'd he put his journal- ]

[brute_shot_bully]

You live here? [He could be loud and angry, but for the moment he's settling back on a low, dissatisfied growl. He finally kicks the sheets free and takes a few steps back.]

Screw candles. Where's the exit?

[radiantwingedone]

No, the Mounico that followed you in does. I am house-watching. [ That was... really really dryly said. He's not good at this sarcasm stuff.

Duke puts his hand on the wall then jerks his head over toward what is more or less a hall to the door. ]

That way. [ Pulling those sheets over his head now, who cares if they don't feel right. ]

[brute_shot_bully]

[He had no clue what a Mounico was but he could guess what was meant from the tone, watching the guy's odd movements. He rumbles in response, turning to head down the hall to try the door.]

[And then growling in frustration.] Locked! [He gives it a kick. COME ON DOOR, WORK!]

[radiantwingedone]

..... Castle based, likely. Journal had been full of commentary of 'what this year', if recall correctly. [ Not quite sure if he is, being startle-woken like that. ]

[brute_shot_bully]

[Maine growls some more and gives the door another last kick before wandering back to the bed-area, if just to root around for his journal. Hell, a journal. Stupid castle.]

Who are you?

[radiantwingedone]

[ He's not going to get to go back to sleep, is he. A heavy exhale and pushing those sheets off from over his head, watching in the other's direction. You sound fairly heavy... ]

Duke. You? [ Yes, he's aware that could be a title, no, he's not adding more. ]

[brute_shot_bully]

[Maine pauses to look at that guy. There was just something not quite right about him ...]

Maine. [Yeah you don't get to know he's an elite soldier, not yet.] What's your problem?

[peacockherald]

Is everything all right?

_{[He rarely heard such language, so in his experience when he did something bad was happening. And considering this was Paradisa, well...]}

[brute_shot_bully]

No. [His voice is low and gravelly, but at this point far more pissy then actual emergency.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Don't mind him commenting from the other side of that bed. ]

No one is injured, in terms of 'all right'. [ He's just sleepy and grumpy. ]

[peacockherald]

Ah... I suppose the best I can do is tell you to remain calm. Are you injured? I can walk you through dressing a wound if necessary.

[brute_shot_bully]

I know field medicine. [He also hated medics, coincidentally. But even more then that,] I'm fine.

Just stuck in a cave with an idiot.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

...

Good to know the castle isn't just fucking with me.

[brute_shot_bully]

[An irritated grumble. He hasn't forgotten that you shut the book in his face, Washington. :| ]

Yeah? You end up with anyone?

[dontpatr0nizeme]

...

Maine, do you think the castle would let me off easy? I woke up in the bed of a woman that calls herself Mistress.

[brute_shot_bully]

[Dead silence. What. What. WHAT.]

Trade.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Maine, the castle won't let us leave the room. Trading isn't an option.

[brute_shot_bully]

Shit.

[This really was torture, wasn't it? Because Maine just knows Washington isn't going to enjoy his time with Mistress nearly as much as Maine would.]

Be nice to her.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

...

You're worried about me being nice to her? She threatened me with a strap-on the first time we met.

[brute_shot_bully]

She can be negotiated with. [Yeah, she threatened him with the strap-on, too. Was just a minor setback.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

...

Why am I not surprised?

[brute_shot_bully]

Lucky fucking bastard.