Throttle wasn't sure how long he lay in bed next to the woman, but then he didn't know if Modo was still awake either and watching him like he always did when he did something suspicious in nature, so it shouldn't have come as a such a surprise when Throttle dozed off only to be awoken the next morning by a large hand on his shoulder. Shaking him roughly.
Groaning Throttle rolled over onto his back and flung an arm over his eyes and ground out a rude sounding, "What?" He heard Vinny snicker and thought about taking his gun and shooting at the brat. God knows he'd dreamed of doing so more than once before. The only reason he stayed his hand was out of worry that Modo might get shot instead.
Speaking of the elder of the group- There was an angry hissing sound followed by the sound of Vinny yelping and quickly moving several steps back. Throttle's awareness flooded back slowly. But not slowly enough for him to curb his urge to smile and Vinny's misfortune.
After all, invoking Modo's wrath was a dangerous thing to do. Especially in the morning.
"Throttle? Bro, are you awake?" Modo asked in a low tone. Throttle's ears twitched as he groaned again and moved his arm so that he could look at the grey giant leaning over him.
"Modo?"
"Yeah."
"Why are you waking me up? I had a late night."
"No kidding-" Modo said as he glanced off to the side of him. Never one to miss a silent message from the elder, Throttle turned his head to the left and saw a curtain of long dark hair and a slender white and red t-shirt clad form curled un on it's side facing away from him. His heart started pounding as he slowly sat up and with a slightly shakey hand reached out and very gently brushed some of the dark silken strands back from pale skin and inhaled sharply.
Oh shit.
It was the female from last night. So she wasn't a dream after all. Throttle thought as he looked back at Modo with an alarmed look on his face. Modo stared at him as he slowly crossed his arms over his chest while Throttle opened and closed his mouth for a moment before finally managing to squeak out, "She's real."
Modo nodded his head. "So it would seem."
"I didn't dream her up-"
"No."
"What the hell am I going to say to her when she wakes up?"
"Hi, you may have been too drunk to recall but we had relations last night- oh, my name is Throttle by the way."
"I didn't have sex with her!" Throttle denied as he flushed under his fur. No, he didn't have sex with her. He just wounded, undressed, bathed, and pretty much molested her in his sleep. Oh my god, what do I do? He thought as Modo said.
"She's in your bed. And you did sneak her in last night. Not to mention you were snuggling with her a few minutes ago and looked pretty happy about it-" Not to mention she carries your scent- Modo thought in bemusment as Throttle practically crumbled to pieces before his eyes. The younger male looked like he was trying to wrap his head around everything he'd just said when the woman moaned and rolled over and buried her face against Throttle's stomach.
Causing Throttle to nearly jump out of his fur as she draped her arm over his lap. Modo bit the inside of his cheek in an effort to hold back a laugh as he watched Throttle carefully grasp the woman's arm and start to remove it from his lap, but then paused. His eyes going to a painful looking bruise just above where he held her arm.
Modo noted the bruise too and narrowed his eyes. "Throttle-" He started to ask why the woman had a bruise on her arm when Throttle cut him off.
"You know how I sometimes go to the park to stargaze? Well she was in the park and fell from a steep embankment. She probably hit a few trees and stuff on the way down. I was trying to check her for really bad ones and she startled me. So I sort of shoved her away and she hit her head and lost consciousness. Then it started to rain, and I couldn't just leave her. God knows what would have happened."
"She would have wound up missing, dead in a gutter or worse."
"There's worse that being found dead in a gutter?" Throttle asked stupidly. Modo gave him a grim look and reached down and grasped the covers on Throttle's bed and pulled them up over the woman then stepped back and motioned for Throttle to get up.
He looked down at the woman for a moment then back at Modo, feeling much like he was wading in quicksand and sinking fast. "Come on bro-" Modo said in that same low tone. "Let's go get breakfast and some coffee then talk a little more about you bringing a strange, wounded female home with you."
