Gwaine's chamber were as messy as prince prat's. He never knew how they could get their chambers so messy in such short time! The chamber literately looked like a battle ground, while Gwaine was sleeping in his bed, on his stomach. The only thing that showed signs of him being alive, was his loudly snoring. Merlin swore, his snoring could wake up the entire castle. Merlin walked closer to the bed, and his nose was filled with the smell of ale. Merlin wrinkled his nose. He need to cut this search short, before he start vomit all over Gwaine's backside, or his chamber floor, something he knew Gwaine would not be happy about.
"Gwaine you bloody alcoholic toad." Merlin said quietly to himself.
He stood by the bed and watched Gwaine for a little bit longer, listening to his deep male snoring. It was a little comforting too.
Merlin shook his head and tiptoed over the chamber floor on his wool socks. They prevented his feets from getting cold and Merlin looked adorable in them. He looked under Gwaine's bed and wrinkled his nose when he start smelling stinking socks, if anyone had asked Merlin, they would have been under there for hundreds of years. Well it stated one thing, Merlin figured out, his solution to his craving is NOT under there! Merlin gritted his teeth and growled silently, but it made Gwaine move on the bed. Merlin swallowed his roar and jumped on his legs.
He looked through cupboards placing cups, mugs, plates everywhere else but the cupboard, through Gwaine closet only to find dirty clothes who smelled so bad, Merlin almost vomited. He took out all the clothes and put it all over Gwaine, before he went back and searched the closet. Merlin needed to crawl all the way into it. The only thing on the outside now was Merlins dangling foot.
"Its not here!" Merlin growled to himself, before he stomped out of Gwaine's chamber, not bothered to close the door. Merlin had other inmportant things to do, than care about a bloody door.