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
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The young male immediately knew something was up. He hurried over to go to him, running to that room, freaking out mentally when he heard that crash. He had a couple of questions, mainly centered on why he turned away and didn't come to him. If this had been a normal circumstance, Berwald would have been looming over him, scaring him unintentionally.
This wasn't a normal circumstance, granted, but it was still strange. Tino breathed out as he looked into the room his "husband" had flung himself into. He was a bit scared himself, mostly worried, and somewhat relieved the other was here. Then again, those questions were circulating.
"B-Berwald?!" he called out, gripping the frame of his door.
[ooc; AWESOME~! You have no idea how happy this made ( ... )
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Then, he dropped to his knees and hugged who he thought to be his husband. He hugged him rather tightly, in fact, and he could have cried if he didn't control himself any better than he had been trying. He pulled back shortly, smiling happily, despite being in such a desheveled and inappropriate room.
"I was so scared you weren't going to be here, Ber. I... hah, I cant believe we managed to get so unlucky -- or lucky, rather, seeing as you're here, too, but it's rather unlucky because this doesn't look like the nicest place to be--" Ah, there he goes with his rambling. He takes a deep breath, pulling away at a sudden realization. "--But what about Peter?! Oh no, and Flower-Egg, too ( ... )
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