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Misha Becker
Serene silence was in the room. Rows of books standing on hardwood shelves along the walls. Some deep brown leather chairs and other very comfortable looking chars stood around in the silent room. A room that breathed knowledge and har work. A hardwooden desk in the corner and a man in his early thirties asleep, snoring softly even. The whole picture of an office or study room was complete. If that male had not been laying stretched out on the desk. However that was not what broke the serenity of the place, the loud thud that quickly was followed up by very colorful strong german words was.
"Verdammt!" Misha rubbed over his painful shoulder that had taken the hit when he had rolled off that desk. Damn, that had hurt. He moved up and looked a bit around. He frowned deeply as he tried to place his surroundings. Definitely not at home or at work. He sat up on his knees, his shoulder still absentmindedly held. His gaze going out of the large windows on one side of the room as he slowly got up. This was definitely not his beloved Germany. He stayed rather calm though as his mind went back over the last things he did remember. He had been on a date, with this lovely woman. Their sixth or seventh date already? He wasn't so sure about that, but he knew it had slowly started to become a bit more serious. He had honestly never gotten that far with dating. Anyway his dating life or rather pathetic lovelife didn't matter at this moment.
So they had eaten at that amazing Italian place. She had gotten the penne and he had gotten some lasagna. Okay, fast forward, talking about work, about their weeks. A modest kiss on the cheek, while she went to the bathroom. Desert. She had tiramisu and he had a dame blanche, nothing interesting there. Ah saying goodbye. She lived just a few block down, so he had walked her home. Making some jokes about nonsense, planning a new day to meet up for coffee and saying goodbye. An awkward kiss on her cheek, while she obviously had went for the lips, an even more awkward second try and then finally their lips had met... No big fireworks for him, though he was used to that. She however seemed to be very much into it. He was invited in for a late night cup of coffee, which he had turned down because he was concerned he would otherwise not be able to sleep and he'd have an early day the next morning. "Sie wollte bumsen." That whole conclusion hadn't come up until now and he groaned a bit at his own stupidity.
However all of that still didn't explain how he had ended up in this room on some tropical place. So after that he had hailed a cab and.... Had he ever gotten home? He couldn't really remember that. What had the cabdriver looked like? He couldn't really remember that either. He could remember getting into the car though. He had given his address and then everything went blank. So a cabdriver had abducted him and brought him here? That seemed a bit weird. That made no sense at all. He sighed as he turned around. His shoulder and his head hurting now as he looked around for some doors. He quickly found them and pushed through them to an even more luxurious home. No way, belonded to a cabdriver. If so, he was serious considering some carreer changes now.
Pushing open the door, Misha noticed he still wore yesterdays clothing and he felt a bit relieved by that. No one had secretly undressed him! Though his expensive suit was a bit disheveled now. He did fit right into the decor though. He chuckled a bit at that. Sure, he didn't have a small bank account, but he didn't have this amount of money. He stepped into the hallway and looked down the staircase on his left and the hall that seemed to lead down more room on his right. He stood there conflicted on what to do, where to go? Explorer upstairs, or go downstairs. There was a bigger chance of running into people downstairs, but upstairs he could perhaps figure out where or why he was here? Still in thoughts he walked over towards the stairs and took the first steps down, before coming to a stop and ever so slowly continuing his way down.
"Verdammt!" Misha rubbed over his painful shoulder that had taken the hit when he had rolled off that desk. Damn, that had hurt. He moved up and looked a bit around. He frowned deeply as he tried to place his surroundings. Definitely not at home or at work. He sat up on his knees, his shoulder still absentmindedly held. His gaze going out of the large windows on one side of the room as he slowly got up. This was definitely not his beloved Germany. He stayed rather calm though as his mind went back over the last things he did remember. He had been on a date, with this lovely woman. Their sixth or seventh date already? He wasn't so sure about that, but he knew it had slowly started to become a bit more serious. He had honestly never gotten that far with dating. Anyway his dating life or rather pathetic lovelife didn't matter at this moment.
So they had eaten at that amazing Italian place. She had gotten the penne and he had gotten some lasagna. Okay, fast forward, talking about work, about their weeks. A modest kiss on the cheek, while she went to the bathroom. Desert. She had tiramisu and he had a dame blanche, nothing interesting there. Ah saying goodbye. She lived just a few block down, so he had walked her home. Making some jokes about nonsense, planning a new day to meet up for coffee and saying goodbye. An awkward kiss on her cheek, while she obviously had went for the lips, an even more awkward second try and then finally their lips had met... No big fireworks for him, though he was used to that. She however seemed to be very much into it. He was invited in for a late night cup of coffee, which he had turned down because he was concerned he would otherwise not be able to sleep and he'd have an early day the next morning. "Sie wollte bumsen." That whole conclusion hadn't come up until now and he groaned a bit at his own stupidity.
However all of that still didn't explain how he had ended up in this room on some tropical place. So after that he had hailed a cab and.... Had he ever gotten home? He couldn't really remember that. What had the cabdriver looked like? He couldn't really remember that either. He could remember getting into the car though. He had given his address and then everything went blank. So a cabdriver had abducted him and brought him here? That seemed a bit weird. That made no sense at all. He sighed as he turned around. His shoulder and his head hurting now as he looked around for some doors. He quickly found them and pushed through them to an even more luxurious home. No way, belonded to a cabdriver. If so, he was serious considering some carreer changes now.
Pushing open the door, Misha noticed he still wore yesterdays clothing and he felt a bit relieved by that. No one had secretly undressed him! Though his expensive suit was a bit disheveled now. He did fit right into the decor though. He chuckled a bit at that. Sure, he didn't have a small bank account, but he didn't have this amount of money. He stepped into the hallway and looked down the staircase on his left and the hall that seemed to lead down more room on his right. He stood there conflicted on what to do, where to go? Explorer upstairs, or go downstairs. There was a bigger chance of running into people downstairs, but upstairs he could perhaps figure out where or why he was here? Still in thoughts he walked over towards the stairs and took the first steps down, before coming to a stop and ever so slowly continuing his way down.
Sign
Virgo
Location
Study room > Stairs
Mention
Himself
Virgo
Location
Study room > Stairs
Mention
Himself
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