Dirty Dice meme || Locked to cuzamybestbud
So what happened?
Today Naota woke up, surprisingly this time without some random stranger next to him that he swore he didn't fall asleep with the night before. And just like any morning, he wanted to go get himself a nice breakfast. And just as it was normal for this hotel to decide so, he became hopelessly lost. What annoyed him was the fact that he went his usual route to that one food place he loved going to. Finally, after a couple of hours of searching, he found the restaurant and had his fill.
But then, getting back to his room was also a chore. Probably by more of the hotel's antic, he was convinced that he was in the right hallway, and he stopped right in front of his room. He changed his mind when he opened the door, to see a young man with long red hair staring back, as if confused just as he was. The room had a few bean bags and cushions, and drawers full of who knows what. In the man's hand were a couple of die, which appeared to have words on them, rather than dots. Naota was pushed into the room by some unknown force, so he had no other choice but to play some kind of game with this man.
At first they exchanged names. Zelos was what this man called himself. After realizing what kind of "game" the dice wanted them to play, he regretted opening that false door.
Time passed.
And now? Naota was shirtless, sweating, and frustrated. He swore he felt his pants tighten. Whatever this man was, he sure was good at working the poor teen up. Naota could only glare back at Zelos's smug grin. Boy, this was an awkward situation he was in. Once again, all thanks to the hotel.
[ooc: continued from here]
Today Naota woke up, surprisingly this time without some random stranger next to him that he swore he didn't fall asleep with the night before. And just like any morning, he wanted to go get himself a nice breakfast. And just as it was normal for this hotel to decide so, he became hopelessly lost. What annoyed him was the fact that he went his usual route to that one food place he loved going to. Finally, after a couple of hours of searching, he found the restaurant and had his fill.
But then, getting back to his room was also a chore. Probably by more of the hotel's antic, he was convinced that he was in the right hallway, and he stopped right in front of his room. He changed his mind when he opened the door, to see a young man with long red hair staring back, as if confused just as he was. The room had a few bean bags and cushions, and drawers full of who knows what. In the man's hand were a couple of die, which appeared to have words on them, rather than dots. Naota was pushed into the room by some unknown force, so he had no other choice but to play some kind of game with this man.
At first they exchanged names. Zelos was what this man called himself. After realizing what kind of "game" the dice wanted them to play, he regretted opening that false door.
Time passed.
And now? Naota was shirtless, sweating, and frustrated. He swore he felt his pants tighten. Whatever this man was, he sure was good at working the poor teen up. Naota could only glare back at Zelos's smug grin. Boy, this was an awkward situation he was in. Once again, all thanks to the hotel.
[ooc: continued from here]