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This was definitely not his home, that much was obvious. Tino had woken up in something rather akin to Francis' house - plush, satin... it made the young Finnish male squirm. He wanted his blue sheets, where he curled up in a white Ikea bed next to --
Next to Berwald. Which he wasn't. He jolted awake at that, more startled that there was an obvious lack of another person's presence in that bed. His husband never left their bed for long -- if he had something to do and Tino wasn't awake, he'd rejoin him. The young male had checked the bathroom in the strange hotel suite. Not a sign. It was eerie. He couldn't see or hear Berwald, nor Peter.
He exhaled shakily. He was shortly becoming nervous. He was in his day clothes, in some strange bed, with no one else. He at least had his cellphone, but it wouldn't work no matter how much he tried, no matter where he roamed. Tino eventually managed to go outside -- which was a mistake. He was faced with sex everywhere. Against the walls, on the floors - moans echoing from room to room. He flushed an ungodly red, rushing out that floor. He got into an elevator and arrived in the lobby, lost and confused.
Maybe this was all a bad dream. Maybe he just had to wake up. Maybe he was being pranked by Berwald's brother, or maybe Eduard was getting revenge on him. He gulped. Tino knew in his bones that wasn't it.
But what was it?
[ooc: Human!Tino here. He's 20, goes to college part time and takes care of his son Peter with his husband. He's Berwald-sexual but any dom. males can get him. CR for everyone else! I'd prefer CR for this post, but we can smut it up if you'd like. Prefs in journal.]
Next to Berwald. Which he wasn't. He jolted awake at that, more startled that there was an obvious lack of another person's presence in that bed. His husband never left their bed for long -- if he had something to do and Tino wasn't awake, he'd rejoin him. The young male had checked the bathroom in the strange hotel suite. Not a sign. It was eerie. He couldn't see or hear Berwald, nor Peter.
He exhaled shakily. He was shortly becoming nervous. He was in his day clothes, in some strange bed, with no one else. He at least had his cellphone, but it wouldn't work no matter how much he tried, no matter where he roamed. Tino eventually managed to go outside -- which was a mistake. He was faced with sex everywhere. Against the walls, on the floors - moans echoing from room to room. He flushed an ungodly red, rushing out that floor. He got into an elevator and arrived in the lobby, lost and confused.
Maybe this was all a bad dream. Maybe he just had to wake up. Maybe he was being pranked by Berwald's brother, or maybe Eduard was getting revenge on him. He gulped. Tino knew in his bones that wasn't it.
But what was it?
[ooc: Human!Tino here. He's 20, goes to college part time and takes care of his son Peter with his husband. He's Berwald-sexual but any dom. males can get him. CR for everyone else! I'd prefer CR for this post, but we can smut it up if you'd like. Prefs in journal.]