Wolfram was away for a couple of days with Conrad on some sort of training excursion. Yuuri couldn't sleep, even though he was exhausted. He'd gotten too used to having another warm body in bed with him, and now his mind wouldn't shut up.
He wondered if he'd finished all his paperwork for the day. Did he get those reports sent out? How about those thank-you letters for all of the presents he'd gotten for midwinter from various nobles? Had he sent one to every single noble who'd sent something? He definitely didn't want to slight anyone. Not to mention that he wanted to make sure to thank the ordinary folk who sent things, too, though unfortunately those letters came later.
Sighing, he got up and began to write a letter to one of the especially prominent merchants that he knew offhand had sent a gift, but found he was having trouble concentrating on that, as well.
He'd just go double-check with Gwendal to make sure they'd sent out all the letters. Gwendal probably wouldn't be asleep yet, since it wasn't that late, but he still knocked softly on the other man's door, knowing that Gwendal would be angry if Yuuri disturbed his sleep.
"Just a moment, please," he heard Gwendal yell from inside, followed by the sound of shuffling feet before the door swung open.
"Sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if we'd sent out all the letters to...the..." Yuuri trailed off when his mind caught up enough to notice what Gwendal was wearing.
A rather frilly nightgown in deep purple, with white bows. He also noted that Gwendal appeared to have knitted a mystery animal (in two dimensions) to sew on the front of it. It looked like a whale, but Yuuri wasn't placing any bets.
He nearly choked. "I thought only Wolfram dressed like that," Yuuri blurted without thinking about it.
Gwendal gave him a rather strange look. "No, of course not," he mumbled. "Yuuri, I double-checked three times. We didn't miss a single noble. Now go back to bed. If you can't sleep, go down to the kitchen and get some warm milk or something." He didn't wait for a reply, but shut the door. Yuuri could hear him wandering away with a sigh.
Okay, he was going to be mentally scarred by that. Gwendal in a frilly nightie was definitely something he could do without seeing. Wolfram in a nightie he could at least deal with...and Wolfram was at least sort of...a little bit...hot-
Ugh. He was definitely going to go get that glass of milk Gwendal had suggested. Maybe it would help.
When he got down to the kitchen, someone was rummaging around in the cabinets. They were evidently looking for something buried quite deep, as all Yuuri could see was a bottom clad in sweatpants.
When the figure straightened up with a muffled "Aha," Yuuri got his second heart attack of the night, and he quickly clapped his hands over his eyes. It was Gisela wearing the sweatpants- but she wasn't exactly wearing much else.
"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Yuuri asked, the words muffled by his hands.
Gisela gave him a strange look to rival the one Gwendal had gifted him with earlier, but Yuuri couldn't see it since his eyes were still covered. "This is what all women wear to sleep in around here," she replied. Yuuri could almost hear the implied, "You ninny," added to the end.
"Oh," he squeaked.
"Why are you here?" she asked sleepily, stuffing a cookie in her mouth.
"I was just going to get some milk," he muttered, moving his hands but carefully training his eyes on the floor.
"Over there," Gisela pointed vaguely, sounding half-asleep, before wandering off.
Yuuri got his milk and scampered off to his room, vowing not to leave his room late at night ever again. It was really much better for his state of mind that way.
Huge thanks goes to my friend Six for the idea for the KKM women's sleepwear.