loud yet soft

[onice]

Yuuri is decidedly not a morning person, but this morning in particular, he wakes feeling like utter death, his head feeling like his skull is stuffed full of thunderclouds, rumbling away at every move he makes. Unsurprisingly, he seems to be in a state of half dress, not even in pajamas proper; he can see his pair of pants thrown haphazardly over a chair and his shirt's buttons aren't aligned at all. All that can escape him is a grumble, his hands patting around the nightstand, blindly searching for his glasses.

He can't tell quite yet, but this room is definitely not his.