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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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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

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.