Eighteen

[irishlieutenant]

[voicepost]

*the sound of chains clinking a bit, someone shifting in their sleep--a small, still-asleep-nice-and-warm-do-not-want-to-get-up-yet noise*

[ooc: O hay thar James Norrington. I guess Gilly's a bit of a cuddler when he's asleep, cause he's totally all cuddled up to your side right now. :3]

Comments

[neverjoined]

[dimly registers the noise of the chains, and rolls over a little, brow creasing - and his eyes open wide when he collides with what feels like human flesh.]

...Andrew?

[irishlieutenant]

*a muzzy, tired noise as he's collided with, brown eyes open, blinking blearily, disoriented, one hand lifting up to rub at his eye*

Mn....James? What is-?

*blink*.....*blinkblinkblink*.....

3....

2....

1....*

*turns an absolutely brilliant shade of red and yelps, toppling backwards out of the bed and onto the floor with a hilarious (and slightly painful sounding) crash, the chain binding their wrists pulling tight*

[neverjoined]

Why do we appear to be-

[and whatever he's about to say is lost as he's suddenly dragged to the other end of the bed, almost rolling off all together, and he's momentarily deafened by the yelp in his ear.] Andrew! For heaven's sake-

[takes a deep breath, and pulls lightly at the chain connecting him to the man on the ground.] Are you all right?

[irishlieutenant]

*groans, pushing into a sitting postion, one hand holding his head--he whacked it on the way down--curses in various languages being muttered as he opens one brown eye , trying to assess the situation*

owowow--what the...is that a chain? *removes his hand from his head, tugging on his wrist experimentally.