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Conor stared at his plate of food, occasionally poking at it with his fork. 'Why do they have to serve pilgrim's bounty themed food? Of all the things...' He thought unhappily.

As Goro sloppily consumed another serving of cranberry chutney, she glanced up and noticed her friends glum expression. "What's up dude? Not hungry?"

The blonde locked eyes with her, until his gaze lowered to the blob of sauce near her mouth. It was very distracting. Somehow he wasn't supprised she got food on her face, considering how barbaric the female sin'dorei seemed to act at mealtimes.

"What'cha staring at? Something on my face?" Goro mused, licking around her lips in a very unattactive manner.

Conor chuckled. "You didn't get it." He pointed a finger at the spot, trying to help.

The red-head sighed in exasperation. "My tongue can't reach all the way over there! How am I supposed to get it?"

"Do you have any napkins?" Conor asked, his mood starting to lighten.

Goro laughed loudly, earning a few annoyed glares from the other tables. "Napkins? W-who uses napkins?" Tears begun to form at the corner of her eyes. "That's pretty funny. Do I have a napkin? Pfft."

Shaking his head at her, Conor sighed in defeat.'such a messy one, isn't she?' Just as he was about to take a swig of moonberry juice, he had an idea. "Goro, lean in a little bit."

She obeyed, leaning across the table and raising a brow in question.

Conor licked his thumb, before carefully rubbing the spot off his friend's grimy face. He was able to get the sauce off with one scrub; Satisfied, he wiped his thumb off on his own plate.

Her face bright pink, Goro quietly mumbled a, "Thanks." She looked down at her lap in embarrassment, the gesture seemed to temporarily shut her up.

Conor was about to reply, but stopped as he got the sudden sensation that he was being stared at. By instinct he looked at Lang, immediately wishing he'd just ignored the feeling. The death stare the other was giving him caused him to pale. He shivered unintentionally. Looking away quickly, he tried to calm his escalating heartbeat.
'Damn you and your jealousy problems Lang' he thought bitterly.

"Hey, you ready to go?" Goro asked, interrupting the other's thoughts. She was already up, her empty plates in each hand.

Conor nodded, unable to speak since his voice was caught in his throat. He picked up his barely touched plate and followed.

For once the sin'dorei was glad to be back before Lang. He had time to undress and hide under the covers.
Just as he hit the bed he heard footsteps outside the door. Panicking, he fumbled with the blankets, flailing around until he somehow managed to tangle himself in the sheets and fall out of bed.

Lang stormed into the room, prepared to fully unleash his anger. He froze at the sight he saw, saying nothing, instead blinking several times.

His pride seemed to dissipate by the second. Conor finally muttered, "Don't ask."

Lang laughed quietly, before strolling over to the other and kneeling down. "You know, normally I'd take advantage of a situation like this, but I'm still mad at you. So I think I'll leave you here."

Conor squirmed in the blankets. "You-you're kidding, right?" His arms were tightly bound to his sides, and wiggling wasn't helping at all. "You're gonna help me, right?"

Lang clicked his tongue a couple times, mulling it over. He slowly leaned closer to the other, until his lips were mere inches from the blonde's ear. "How about...I help you out, if..." He seductively whispered.

Conor's face went red at the close proximity, "If? If what?" He wriggled some more, managing to tighten the sheets around himself.

Lang pulled back, his seductive expression fading to a sadistic smile instead. "If...you BEG me."

Conor scrunched up his face, "Fine. Don't help me. I'll get out of this on my own. I am not about to beg you for help." He went back to his struggling, testing if rolling along the floor did any good.

Lang shrugged. "Suit yourself. I'm going to bed." He stepped over the other carefully, before climbing up to the top bunk. 'I give him five minutes.' He thought to himself, rather amused.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, or what time it even was. 'Crap. I gotta pee.' He thought unhappily. The sin'dorei hadn't made any progress yet, although he could at least roll across the floor in his sheet burrito. He glanced up, realizing Lang must've fallen asleep. 'Doesn't matter. I'm not asking for help.' He laid there, trying to think up some kind of plan. 'I could try to stand up and hop over to the bathrooms..but then how do I pee?Urgh.'

Lang awoke suddenly, starling himself. 'Damnit! I did it again!' He looked around. it was still dark out. 'What time is it anyways?' He looked at the floor, seeing a dark blob sitting there, not moving. 'Oh shit! Conor!' He scrambled down, nearly falling in the process. He kneeled down, trying to make out the details of the others silhouette. 'Is he asleep?' He gently poked Conor's cheek, not getting much of a reaction. 'He's probably asleep.' The kal'dorei' sighed. "Guess I'll help you now.." He murmured. He tugged at the sheets, slowly unwrapping them from the sin'dorei. Lang dropped them to the floor; picking up the blonde carefully as if he were a sleeping child.'well, he's light like a girl. somehow I'm not supprised..' He carried him bridal style, since it was the easiest position to hold a sleeping person.
Just as he laid Conor in bed, he felt the sin'dorei reach up to wrap his arms around his neck. 'What the?' Lang tried to pull away, only to receive a whimper of protest in return. "Okay Conor if you're not really sleeping right now then I want you to let go." He blinked, half expecting to get a response.

"...Lang." The blonde whispered softly.

The kal'dorei's eye twitched. "Dammit you better not be dreaming about me again or I swear I will whisper nightmares into your ear!"

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Conor frowned. He was warm, way too warm. It was never this hot in the room, so why now? He opened his eyes, freezing in shock. 'What...how..when did he?' He was completely perplexed. 'I can't even get up..if I move I'll wake him..' Somehow he and Lang were cuddling, with Lang having his arm draped over the sin'dorei, while the two of them were facing each other, their feet tangled together. 'Th-this is too fast I mean I'm not even sure he likes me I mean..' His thoughts were cut short when Lang opened his eyes. The stunned look in the kal'dorei's eyes was enough to tell him Lang certainly didn't do this out of his own free will.

"This isn't what it looks like! Fuck! I swear it's not! I put you in your bed last night and must've fallen asleep!" Lang suddenly shouted, making Conor wince.

"I'm right here..you don't gotta yell.." The blonde whimpered.

"Sorry..." Lang whispered. He turned over to crawl out of bed, stopping when he felt Conor grab his arm. He turned slightly. "What is it?"

Conor blushed. "Uh it's nothing...just...thanks for not making me sleep on the floor all night."

Lang grumbled. "I wouldn't have to if you'd stop fooling around with that girl of yours."

Conor giggled playfully. "What? Are you jealous?"

Lang glared at him seriously. "And if I was?"

Conor gulped, his face going pink again. "N-never mind." He averted his eyes to the floor.