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 Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:34 pm
Calder was opening a water-warped chest against the wall, and moving his clothes inside, looking for something to wear. Ever since Barth bought him nicer things, he just felt....well, like a wardrobe change. Everything just didn't feel as pretty at times after the dance. Sighing, he rifled and pulled out a kilt, and then went to find something to go with it. Maybe just a simple tunic top or a nice sweater. "Scarlings aren't meant to be left alone, even if it was dumped off in a bathroom." He rose up and pressed a sweater to his chest to inspect it and then looked over to the lump of blankets.
Frowning, Calder crawled over and grabbed the blankets, before yanking them off the boil. "I think you have slept enough." Yup. Still in the doghouse for what happened last night. "You should get dressed. You can borrow something from mine if you'd like. They're....not as fancy, but they're warm." And durable.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 9:50 pm
Barth gave Calder the briefest, most pitiful look he could muster. There were no pillows to burrow into, and he hid his face in the crook of his arm instead. It was still early, and dim, and if this was going to be a yanking-covers-off sort of relationship he wasn't sure he wanted to continue it.
"Don't think they'll fit," he mumbled.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:01 pm
Calder brought over some larger sweaters that had been pulled out and held them out, looked at Barth, and frowned. "Hmm. You might be right." When Barth curled, Calder rolled his eyes and tossed the heavy blanket back over him.
He was still tired.
Setting the clothes in read in order to get dressed under the covers, Calder slipped back under and wrapped his arms about the boil. "10 more minutes. Then we get dressed."
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 10:49 pm
"Mmn~" Barth said, and the hedge of resentment melted away with the warm heaviness of the blanket. He welcomed the grogginess.
"Keys are in my pocket," he couldn't remember which. Pants, probably. He could sleep until Calder got back, focus on recharging, although he wished...Calder slid in beside him, and it was much warmer.
The morning had been sort of confrontational. He hadn't wanted that. The embarrassment he could handle, but the chilliness and distance made him ache. He'd made some decisions last night, and in the end...this is where he had wanted to wake up. These were the arms he wanted to wake up in. Barth shifted to rest against Calder.
"Ten minutes," he repeated, not meaning it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 11:23 pm
Calder mumbled something back as he nuzzled against Barth's hair, set his head in the corner of Barth's neck and shoulder, and squeezed him against his chest before letting his limbs relax.
Okay. Maybe not 10 minutes.
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