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[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Who: Gwaine and whoever else is at the house B)
What: Snowed in and shirtless. At least there are no strange creatures that could cause havoc hanging around...
When: Today!
Where: The house
Rating: C for crack.


There is a Gwaine sitting on the couch with all the warm animals he could wrangle sitting on the couch with him. Or in the case of Ruffy and Allen the dog sitting on him sitting on the couch. He would have minded the weight from the two dogs, but as he was cold and they served as excellent heating blankets, he didn't bother pushing them off. Oliver lies beside him, his head on Gwaine's lap. He'd tried to join the duo on top of Gwaine, but three dogs was pushing it. The sad whine when he had pushed Oliver off made Gwaine feel guilty, but he rather liked breathing. Meanwhile, Elyan thinks himself king of the pride and is on Gwaine's shoulder, playing with his hair. Except in lion-speak, playing is synonymous to batting and clawing at the hair, hissing and crying every once in a while.

Gwaine sighs. He despises what his loss reduces him to sometimes.

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[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Allen walks by this scene as he's cleaning the house. He seems to stare for a moment before approaching. Is this a chance for you to be free of your pet nest?

Nah, Allen is just bending over to pet the dogs, starting with Allen. He's also talking to them in a cheerful voice that is clearly meant for the pets "Hello guys! Are you staying warm?"

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Gwaine miraculously says nothing. But if looks could kill, Allen would be a twitching mass on the floor. Possibly frothing at the mouth. Because the moment he decided to pay attention to the dogs, they decided to abandon their calm and unmoving positions on Gwaine in favor of jumping on him. Elyan starts when the dogs bark. When he notices Allen, he begins crying for attention in the high-pitched wail infants master from birth.

You had best leave his living blankets alone, Allen, or you will have a faceful of baby lion.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Allen didn't mean to make them jump! "Down guys, it's okay! Lie back down." he attempts to calm the dogs down. And he hears the lion. Sucking in his breath, he'll try to tell himself it's just..a weird looking dog as he slowly, very slowly, pets Elyan. "Hello Elyan...."

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Not so easy a fix. The dogs might stop jumping, but now they're all practically standing on Gwaine, tails almost whipping through the air. Not the most pleasant thing in the mornings. While Gwaine attempts to push the dogs off him, Elyan is happy to have attention. He lets himself be petted for all of two seconds before he's turning over on his back. Exposing his belly, he bats playfully at Allen's hand.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

He'll cautiously scratch at Elyan's stomach, trying not to look at him or remember what it is he's touching- at least he's making progress okay!

But eventually while not looking Elyan, he'll notice how much pain Gwaine seems to be. "Ah- Ruffy, Al...Allen, off the couch now."

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Progress. Right. If Elyan ran up to you right now, how high are the chances of you clinging to the ceiling?

Gwaine helps hurry them up with a brusque, "Get off!" He pushes them off sideways to the couch. Elyan loses his balance while Gwaine does this and drops on all fours on top of Ruffy. His startled appearance is almost comical. Gwaine snorts.

"You owe me a blanket now."

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

Well...he wouldn't scream while doing it at least.

He watches all the dogs and the lion end upon the floor. The poor things, maybe he should've kept those animals on the guy.

"Huh? Were you using them for warmth?"

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

His look clearly indicates he thinks you're an idiot.

"Yes."

He'd try scooping them back up with him, but they are now rioting for attention. He rather likes not being stampeded upon by four rambunctious animals.

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

His look matches back. Just who would use a group of animals as your source of warmth and not expect it to end in pain?

"...Why didn't you simply ask one of us for a shirt?"

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Why was Greenly covered in animals. Er. Covered in animals and naked.

More to the point, why was she here? And where was she.

A slightly upset sound escapes her as Del plops - rather suddenly - onto the couch next to one of her favorite knights. "Are any of you Barnabas?"

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Greenly is cold. And his loss kills any chance of his putting on a shirt. Or a jacket. Or anything else that is worn on his torso and might have sleeves and help keep him warm without resorting to warm-blooded critters.

The animals startle and they're not the only ones. Gwaine practically jumps.

"Del!"

Where did she even come from? Keeping a hand on Elyan so he doesn't slide off his perch, Gwaine bends forward to peer at the door. Did it even open?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

She turns her head to see what he was looking at. Oh. There was a door. Hm.

Really, the dogs are more interesting, and he holds out her hands to be sniffed and snuffled, and then mumble to one of them, "no, but we could add some of those little... mm-hm, never get too far away from-"

Apparently one of dogs quite liked to interrupt.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Talking to animals he could get. Animals talking back was still a bit surprising, but he'd seen weirder things. He talks while he casts about for something to cover up with.

"Good conversationalists?"

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

"You should get a blanket." She ignores his question thoughtlessly, reaching out towards the baby lion. "He sounds like the Savannah ate ice." How prickly.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

"I would have one now except it's being washed." The dangers of sleeping with an undiapered baby animal. He in turn ignores her answer because he can't fathom heads or tails of it. He'll pick Elyan up, however, and hold him out to her. "Would you like to hold him?"

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

She leans close to the kitten, as if listening, and then nods agreement. Swiftly she tugs her gigantic shirt over her head, leaving her clad in a fishnet shirt and baggy, torn jeans. Then she plops the shirt over Greenly's head, taking the kitten once her hands were empty.

"Hello. Oh, that's very nice. I almost got named that once except not at all because I already had one. Two? Why? They might get jealous and then I'd have none."

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Gwaine blinks. His arms are trapped inside his new shirt, Del's in…is that a net? And now Elyan is apparently an excellent conversationalist.

What is his life?

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

Arthur will enter the living room from upstairs, seemingly in a good mood, and still a little damp from his nice, toasty warm bath. The black knit sweater he's wearing definitely isn't his, being more modern for one and he's definitely not brought down a shirt to share with you.

Because he'd rather look amused with an eyebrow shoved up high into his hair. Gwaine looks ridiculous, naturally, but mostly, Arthur just loves that he's resorted to such desperate measures rather than just asking someone else to dress him.

...But you can't have his lion, so he's coming closer to the back of the couch to scoop him up into his arms. "Hello, Elyan."

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

When the someone elses amount to a charming lady who he'd rather not bother with such trivial matters and your king's boyfriend who has a conniption at the thought of Gwaine shirtless, there's not much choice.

But of course life hates Gwaine. So the moment Arthur scoops up Elyan the three dogs want attention too. Gwaine groans when Ruffy decides setting her weight on his sternun is a good idea.

"Not there! Get off!"

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

It's something Gwaine should have thought about, before making some of his decisions. He settles the lion more comfortably into the crook of his arm, and reaches over the other man's shoulder to scratch his dog behind the ears.

"She isn't going to listen to you, you know." You're definitely not her master, and you're doing it all wrong. Like most things. He's not really in the mood to take pity on him, just yet.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't need to." Gwaine will just grab your dog and forcibly move her off him. What now? "Turns out I'm stronger than she is."

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

That? Is a sharp smack to the back of your head, Gwaine.

"That is your method for removing what annoys you? If it's weaker, push it around?" How are you a Knight of his, again? He'll round the couch now to drop into the newly vacated dog space.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

What is with the hitting? This is a pillow to Arthur's face the moment he sits down.

"If that were my method, I'd be pushing you around. And your dog wasn't annoying me. It was not letting me breathe."

[excalibured.livejournal.com]

It's a form of affection, or something like that. His mouth is pressed into a thin line after the pillow backs off, and if glares could kill, all of your hair would have fallen out.

"You think me weaker than you?" He laughs, he can't help it. Because he's definitely no such thing. "Then she was being a very good dog, wasn't she?"

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Back away from the hair unless you want to be mauled alive.

"I bested you in a sword fight, tackled you to the floor and I have only had to save your life every time we met. But you don't need to lose sleep over it. You don't remember any of it so I won't hold it against you." He reaches out to pat Arthur patronizingly on the shoulder.

This is affection. It really is.