The Abandoned Shack, Friday Morning

[once_a_traitor]

Edmund was woken by the light pattering of rain on the shack's roof. One eye cracked open, followed by the other, but it was dark in there and his head felt like it was swimming.

Then, ever so suddenly, Edmund was aware of someone sleeping beside him.

Somewhere, the Lion was snickering.

[OOC: For the co-WTFer, and anyone who feels like popping

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[notahostage]

Wendy, for her part, poked Edmund in the side and grumbled about a lack of blankets.

[once_a_traitor]

"Ow." It didn't really hurt, but being poked in the side wasn't the first thing you wanted to experience in the morning. "Oh, hell." Apparently neither was being eloquent.

[notahostage]

Wendy was nowhere near awake enough to realise just how few clothes she was wearing. "Tyler? What's with the accent? Are we doing James Bund roleplay again?"

Or to realise who she was sleeping next to apparently.

[once_a_traitor]

"Not Tyler." Still not eloquent. He blinked a few times and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as they adjusted to the lack of light other than what was coming in from outside. Stupidly, he then looked down at what Wendy was - or, more accurately - wasn't wearing.

He peered around, trying to work out if he could see his shirt. Nope. No shirt.