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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!]]

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Bed will warm from your heat better than the floor. Wish to keep the blanket? Trade location. [ Yes, he is still stubbornly holding onto this blanket.

Duke hasn't noticed this weirded out. ]

I'll keep both. [So so stubbornly not letting go of the blanket, trying to get a foot in there to push at Duke. This is so far the worst night ever.]

Very well.[ A low grumble. Duke's pretty sure he won't be able to request more blankets from the ghosts.

So for a brief moment, there's a second source of light - little green rune-like characters about Duke - specifically his hands. Then they're both holding about half the blanket each. ]

[What. The. Everloving. Fuck ... ?]

What'd you do?

Quick alteration of a formula. [ He's taking his half of the blanket and retreating now. ]

Formula? What formula?

[He's felling out his remainder of blanket in the dim light. This is not going to cover him. :| ]

[ Duke is severely tempted to just light it up, right before completion and say 'this one'. Also, Maine, you have another one. You'll be fine. ]

Formula, specifically a small variation of - [ Right. The other word would probably be more clear. ]

Local name for 'spell', formula is.

[Maine wants all the blankets, if only to deprive Duke of them. He's begrudgingly going to settle for what's left on the bed.]

[He growls lowly at that. Oh god. He's with a magic user.] Really.

Assuming not something common for you, then. [ Do you want him to light up the room to show that? Because he can - there's just no point for him, so he doesn't.

Going to migrate off the bed and maybe to the other side of the room. Because that seems like a good idea. ]

[Maine snorts. No, he didn't need magic. He had his fists. And usually power armor and some sweet-ass weapons, but there was sort of an issue with those at the moment.] No. Don't need it.

Hmn. More advanced, then. Although possibly less, in others.... [ He's starting to realize that the places without magic were often without monsters. ]

Way more advanced. [Hmph. This place was like living in the stone age to him.]

Developed ways to allow two races and various domesticated beings inside a barrier yet repelling all monsters and more hazardous pestilence? [ A speculative look in Maine's general direction, whether he can see it or not. ]

[It is now completely dark, but if there were any light at all (and if Duke could actually see in the first place), Maine was looking in his general direction with an expression of Really?]

[He didn't understand half of that.]

Don't talk to me. [Most mature, here.]

[ If a wordless exhale could sound like it has a specific emotion attached, Duke might have just sound amused.

He's just going to curl up for a sleeping over here. ]

[Growling in response to that suspected amusement, and curling up to sleep putting his back towards Duke. Damn this stupid fucking castle.]

[ Duke is completely capable of restraining the urge to growl back. Most mature. ]

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