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Aodh made a face.

"Pass. No genderbent mermaid Aodhan, please." He was a gay male, thankyouverymuch.

When Jaro was tugging on the blanket, Aodh reached to help pull it down. "Don't care. I like me the way I am." Definitely sounding a little petulant and his statement was punctuated with another poke to Jaro's cheek.

"Make a statement with claws or make some other statement that is inspired by me that is either male or ... I don't know." He rubbed at his warm face. "Not like I'm inspirational material anyway. I am not a muse."

"I don't believe you," Aodh replied, "I think you are or maybe just an artisan. A crafter. You make things with your own hands. They're good things." Wine made him a little too loose lipped and drowsy. His head tilted against the back of the couch.

Definitely going to have to rewatch this episode.

His eyes blinked back open when he heard Jaro again, watched as the other's eyes closed. Aodhan's fingers were still curled in auburn hair, finding one of the bits that were in it and playing with it. "I like you the way you are too," he whispered back as if it was a secret.

Then he let his head go back against the back of the couch and his eyes close.

Aodh woke up in stages. Fingers curled in a warm spot that had faded. He went to stretch like he normally would, only to stop himself with a half-awake chuckle of pain. It took several minutes of laying there, half awake, for his brain to catch up and tell him that he was not in his own bed.

That this place smelled like Jaro and the sheets were way too nice for his own bed and-

Jaro's bed?!?!?!

He bolted up with a sharp cry that stifled off immediately, arm going around his side. Aodhan squinted bleary eyed at the clock and the time and moved to tug the sheets off and-

(blush level over 9000 achieved)

Not nude but he might as well have been considering he was just in his boxers. Aodh saw a pile of his clothing and shuffled awkwardly to grab the trousers and slide them on. The shirt was ignored for the moment because he did not want to fight with it, not when his side was feeling like it was.

That blush was still there as he appeared out of the bedroom, going to look for Jaro. It dusted his shoulders and the back of his neck, Aodhan rubbing a hand across his face in an effort to really wake up. The wine had been a lot stronger than he realized.

Nor was he really going to think about the last thing he remembered or how nice it had been just to sit on the couch. Aodh could do without feeling like a twitterpated teenager but he was definitely feeling it again.

Aodh just gave Jaro a sleepy-eyed stare. A very sleepy-eyed stare. With hair in his eyes it was likely ruined (actually that was the blush that did that).

Good smelling Jaro, stronger than the smell in the bedroom, just made the blush worse. It did not fade at all. "Shhhhhh," he told Jaro, pulling a chair out and sitting down at the table to have some of the yogurt.

It wasn't like this was the first time he had stayed overnight at some other attractive man's house. Oh, wait. It was. There wasn't even shenanigans.

Aodh was still not talking, just nodding his head for coffee. Jaro got another sleepy-eyed stare at the hair fluff. Even if he actually liked it. His hair was soft and thick and stupidly fluffy. It was vaguely annoying to Aodh but that was why he kept it short.

Longer it likely would not have been as bad.

He blinked when Jaro spoke and then slowly lowered his head to the table with a quiet thunk. Once, then twice, and then he just let out a muffled annoyed sigh. "He's not even my type," was barely heard.

Aodh did not pay any attention to the cup, though if he had he definitely would have thought about a knight fighting a monster. His fingers closed around the warm mug, taking a sip and making a small appreciative noise. There really was no particular way he preferred his coffee so long as it was coffee.

Which lead to a near sputter, choke when Jaro asked what his type was.