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[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!]]