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🕑 Added 2025-09-07 16:14:28 +0000 UTC"Mordred. I need to talk to you," Gawain says and you know immediately it's not something you want to hear.
He's thoroughly sloshed. You can tell by the slurred words, the sweet wine-rank on his breath.
"Is this...the right moment?" you ask, casting your gaze about. But no one else is paying attention to you, not openly; Galahad's eyes have slid closed, himself having joined Callum in slumber.
"It has to be," Gawain argues, steeling himself. He draws a deep breath, on which he runs for the entirety of his incoming speech: "I just really need to know why. Did I do something wrong? I know I can be a bit much - I can be annoying and talk too much and my letters are too long."
He deflates, folding in on himself. He looks up at you with pleading eyes, awaiting your answer like one anticipates a jury's verdict.
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Blue_Shayde
*pats his head*
Tigereyes45
Oh Gawain! 🫂
