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Who:

nobodyspoke
What: Three paranoid spies wake up in Luceti, unaware of the change to their location.
When: September 13th, day
Where: Battle Dome
Summary:
Rating: Preemptively R for adult themes and language... mostly language

"You bloody fool."

They hadn't parted on the best of terms last night, he and Kim. Guy and Donald had been pleased, but Kim... That look, that tone. He didn't want to think about it today, didn't want to talk about it. Which, well, Anthony Blunt rarely "talked about" anything.

But something was wrong. As the haze of last night's drinking wore off (for he had drank a lot, though not in celebration), he was aware of cold metal under his arm and side. He noticed an ache in his back. His head, he might have understood, but... He knew he'd fallen asleep in his bed last night.

When his eyes opened to a dim metal room, his blood froze in his veins. Only half aware of the sleeping man beside him, he reached out, securing a firm hand over the shoulder and shaking.

Threaded | Flat

It was not an uncommon thing for Guy to fall to sleep somewhere inconvenient after a night of drinking. The floor was an old friend of his on nights there wasn't a lovely body to pull him into bed.

Nor was it all that strange for him to be awoken with a jostle and pains in his body. After all, being the drunken fool he sometimes was, there could be several hours he couldn't recount. So many possibilities and opportunities and reasons for his back to ache, some of them far more delightful on the imagination than others for the black parts of the night.

The stranger part is waking up beside a warm body on the floor, of being jostled and blinking away lingering bleary bits of sleep to see Anthony just beside him.

Mornings he woke up next to Anthony were never on the floor. Nor were they wearing trousers and nothing else.

He's thoroughly hung over but the cold of his surroundings is piercing as he registers it, but the most sobering sight is the look on Anthony's face.

His arm immediately reaches to clasp the one shaking him as he scrambles his body to a sitting position.

"Kim?"

His voice cracks, and he follows it by muttering, "Fuck."