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[oom: Cold]

Gorlim is curled up at one end of the couch in front of the fire, face almost hidden inside a furry cloak wrapped around him.

Come wake him up. Or sleep on him. He probably makes a good pillow.

[ooc: Slowtiming at random intervals until later today, but look! Mun's back from the world of theatrical oblivion!]

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[namo]

Námo smiles.

"By yourself?"

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His cheeks color slightly -- he isn't prone to blushing the way Lee is, it's not something he's used to, giving himself away like that. "With you?" he suggests with a squeak.

[namo]

Námo feels his own cheeks colouring lightly.

"Not if you do not want to..."

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Gorlim looks around, fidgets, and darts up to place a kiss on Namo's lips. He says no more, just smiles at him.

[namo]

Námo shifts, slipping off the couch. Once standing, he holds out his hand, just as silent, but the smile on his lips showing his simple pleasure.

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He takes the Vala's hand, allowing himself to be tugged to his feet in a stream of fur sliding upwards. He smiles at Namo and squeezes his hand.

[namo]

He gives him another smile when his hand is squeezed, and he leads him slowly, shyly, toward the stairs and his room.