<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f1/4c/81/f14c81c573fe2faade44fef000391ab8.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name</strong>Gil Roseapple<br/><strong>Character location</strong>In a cave<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirss<br/><br/>Sadly, Kirss' hands didn't find much to explore; Gil wore a much-patched woolen cloak over an assortment of looser raggedy clothing, over a breastplate and half-greaves of cured leather armor, probably with more clothing underneath; the effect was a lot like petting a wicker picnic basket wrapped in an old blanket. Also, Gil could benefit from a bath... he wasn't you know,<em>ripe</em>, but he wasn't exactly a field of lavender on a warm day, either...<br/><br/>Gil would awaken intimittently... And at some point would find himself with an elvish boy cuddled aroudn him, drooling on his shoulder and mumbling about tits. Gil would stay awake for a while, very puzzled, but no harm seemed to be coming of it... And being broke meant never having to worry about pickpockets, so, he shrugged and dozed off again. The spooning didn't lead to sexual dreams for Gil; no, he was the sort of halfling who dreamed of being snuggled into bed, sipping a warm tea next to a cozy fire after a filling meal... the sort of halfling life he'd heard of but never had, himself.<em>Comfy</em>.<br/><br/>When Kirss awakened, smelling of flowers, she would feel an odd tussle in her hair; a little mouse that was just climbing around through her tresses, as if thinking about making a nest in there. At some point Gil had turned and snuggled into her, his dirt-smudged face pressed against her neck, snoring softly.