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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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[ 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. ]

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?

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- ]

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?

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. ]

[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!]

..... 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. ]

[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?

[ 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. ]

[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?

Problem? [ A bit confused. A little incredulous. He won't tell Maine that he was a hermit, but the fact he'd styled his room into a cave might have made that part a bit clear. ]

Simply the second time in two weeks I have been woken by someone else in my room. [ Unless Maine's talking about how he can't see. Duke won't confirm that guess. ]

No. You. You're not right. [He's not even going to mention the fact Duke's dealt with strangers in his room before, that's just too weird. Yes, Maine's totally talking about the sight thing.]

... A problem with that? [ Duke's just going to settle against the wall, staring in Maine's direction. ]

[More low growling, does he really want to play that game? He goes over and waves his hand infront of Duke's face.]

You. Your eyes. Hello?

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[ A blink and leaning back.

Does he feel like being an ass? No, Maine, this close, feels... a bit the way Jorge did. Tall and heavy. ]

Castle.

[Maine was pretty much built like a slightly smaller barn then Jorge. Certainly more man then most average people but nowhere near the Spartan's bulk.]

[And a fair bit pissier, as well.]

Great. [He goes to pacing. This was ridiculous. Trapped in cave with a blind man with decorations that look like Cupid threw up.]

[ He's noticing that pissier bit. Jorge seemed fairly fine with his failing attempt to 'be the journal', and Maine seems fairly pissed off simply.. being awake. It doesn't quite register that waking up next to him was probably a nice part of that. ]

... Assuming you don't intend to sleep this event away. [ Resigned. Your pacing is a bit noisy to him. ]

Maybe I will. [It as an appealing idea, soured only by the fear that he'd end up cuddling again. UGH that was so embarrassing.]

.... Better than pacing, would assume. [ Unless Maine just had a lot of energy to work off, but it was still late night. Early morning. He thinks. There aren't any clocks in here.

Duke's going to tug the rest of this one sheet down to him. While it had been warm, Maine's temper didn't make him that comfortable with the idea of getting back up on that bed. ]

[He grumbles at that, irritated. His standby activity for when he was really in any sort of mood was to work out; he's got pent up energy in spades.]

[But when he sees that Duke is going to be crashing on the floor, he's more then willing to drop back onto the bed. Screw the shape and color, if he had it all to himself he was happy]

Don't touch me.

[ Duke spent a moment quelling the irrational urge to poke him.

It was a horrible idea. A very horrible idea.

Which is why he settled for taking another of those blankets from the bed. ]

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...]}

[As soon as Maine felt the tugging of the blanket, he gripped it tightly in return and offered up a long, low growl. He didn't care if he was hte blanket hogzilla, he wasn't about to give it up that easily.]

[ This is a rather growl like noise back, Maine. Might be a bit too low, but that's Duke's voice.

He's sleeping on the floor.

He gets a second blanket.

Tugging time is a go. ]

...

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

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