[the house is too big, too full of weird noises, especially sleeping alone in the unfamiliar suite and ignoring his phone, so koby had stayed downstairs until the wee hours of the morning, chatting people up in the piano bar or out by the pool, making himself comfortable in the manor's environment. he'd gone home with someone, a fuzzy face, a blur of hands and heat, and had stumbled back home close to five, tumbling into bed and passing out immediately.
now it's mere hours later and koby's shuffling into the en suite bathroom, hair a fuzzy mess, contacts dry and itchy, making him wince and rub his eyes against the light against the gleaming porcelain. he doesn't immediately register the sound of the water -- the weird noises, it's probably old pipes sounding too close -- his mind a foggy cloud of haze. but then -- a voice, making him jolt and whirl around at the sink, then immediately groan at how that sends his head spinning.]
Jesus fuck, can you -- not yell, please? [he hadn't, he'd spoken at a very normal, pleasant register, but every sound feels magnified by a thousand in koby's wildly hungover ears.]
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now it's mere hours later and koby's shuffling into the en suite bathroom, hair a fuzzy mess, contacts dry and itchy, making him wince and rub his eyes against the light against the gleaming porcelain. he doesn't immediately register the sound of the water -- the weird noises, it's probably old pipes sounding too close -- his mind a foggy cloud of haze. but then -- a voice, making him jolt and whirl around at the sink, then immediately groan at how that sends his head spinning.]
Jesus fuck, can you -- not yell, please? [he hadn't, he'd spoken at a very normal, pleasant register, but every sound feels magnified by a thousand in koby's wildly hungover ears.]