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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. ]

[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...]}

[dontpatr0nizeme]

...

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