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scots_wolf) wrote2011-02-03 12:11 am
scots_wolf) wrote2011-02-03 12:11 am
OOM: Moist and Urquhart => Watson and Buliwyf
He wakes, bewildered.
Instead of a bare hall under siege, he's in the most decadently luxurious room he's ever seen. The Arab probably lives like that, but Buliwyf feels as if he'd landed in some bizarre traveller's tale.
At least the dog's familiar snore is there, by his feet.
He lifts his head, feeling feverish, and unbecomingly hung-over.
What??
He is naked, in a decadently luxurious bed, and beside him, there is a naked man, and a total stranger, at that.
What???
Instead of a bare hall under siege, he's in the most decadently luxurious room he's ever seen. The Arab probably lives like that, but Buliwyf feels as if he'd landed in some bizarre traveller's tale.
At least the dog's familiar snore is there, by his feet.
He lifts his head, feeling feverish, and unbecomingly hung-over.
What??
He is naked, in a decadently luxurious bed, and beside him, there is a naked man, and a total stranger, at that.
What???
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He opens the door and shuts it in the other man's face, he doesn't even know where he is.
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Buliwyf turns to comfort the animal. Oddly enough, it seems to accept him as its master.
"Let's go and find out what's behind all this," he says, patting the dog, who is very relieved and wags his entire backside.
Then, Buliwyf strides out of the decadent whore's room, the dog following, and makes his way through the maze of corridors, to find some answers.
This is all very, very strange.
And he never had this bad a headache all his life.