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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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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."

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?"

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.

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?"

Listed in the tone of one reciting ingredients for soup, "Arthur is bathing, I don't want to disturb Elena, you prefer to avoid me.."

"That shouldn't stop you for asking me for a shirt." Since honestly, what if his friends dropped by unannounced and came upon a strange shirtless man in Allen's house? He receives enough bad assumptions about his dating life as it was.

"Even if I ask you for one I can't put it on." Oh sure. Think of yourself. Bastard.

Hey if he was thinking of everyone else's needs and wants, you'd never have a shirt, okay?

"I used to dress Arthur all the time before we were together," Even now sometimes, depending on the situation. "I'm used to dressing other people."

Gwaine laughs. "Were you the one who taught him to dress himself?"

He sits more comfortably on the couch. Oliver is the only one to jump back to the couch. Without Ruffy or Allen, he can scramble for a position on Gwaine's lap.

He shrugs a little. "It took a lot of work and time, I'll admit."

Allen meanwhile sits down on the floor with the other dogs, petting them happily. Nothing like a bunch of dogs to put Allen in a good mood.

"I'm sure Merlin will appreciate it." He pauses. "The Merlin I know. Merlin…I guess this Merlin might appreciate it too."

Now that Allen's taken most of his blanket away, Gwaine rubs his arms and stands up. Oliver raises his head, but doesn't abandon the couch. Running his hands through his hair, he strolls into the kitchen. Maybe the walking will help keep him warm. Or he'll find something warm to drink.

"Mm, understandable. Things are easier when Merlin is around," Way less chores to do, for one.

He meanwhile goes upstairs to grab a shirt for Gwaine, since he's still not keen on the guy wandering around half naked all day.

"That's true. Have you met the new Merlin yet?" He speaks loudly enough for his voice to carry. He rummages until he finds the ingredients for hot chocolate. Or at least the ingredients he remembers for hot chocolate. He lifts the chocolate mix to eye level and stares at it quizzically. Turning it over, he finds instructions for preparation.

"Just very briefly." He grabs the first shirt that seems like it would be Gwaine's size before stepping back down into the kitchen area...whut are you doing Gwaine.

"It...was very strange."

He is making hot chocolate. Or attempting to at any rate. Might want to intervene before he burns the milk or does something equally ridiculous.

"He claimed neither Arthur or I had been born yet."

"Really? But I thought you were his age."

He sees that, and grimaces. "Hey...I can make the hot chocolate if you'd like!"

"So did I." He shakes his head at the offer. "I can manage."

Now how does the stove turn on again...

He's watching carefully now, fearful for this oven. He already lost the last one to Jr...

"It must be one of those odd alternate world things. Maybe where Merlin is much older than you."

It's not like he's going to try out a new crossbow on it! He's just fiddling with the knobs. And cranking one all the way around.

"Is this on?"

"-- well you turned the oven all the way on, but you're using the wrong knob."

He really needed to make a sign that would scar these technology impaired people from his oven.

"Which one is for the stove?" Trying another knob now.

"The middle one- be careful!" Please don't fill this house with gas!

He turns that one on. A little more fiddling and he finally gets a happy blue flame going. It's a bit high, but he finally gets it where it should.

"Want some?"