Took a wrong turn somewhere (or is it right?)

[yokunaru]

[When Yuuri wakes up, he's greeted with a pounding headache, the likes of which he's never had before. Opening his eyes gets him an eyeful of cheerful sunlight that sends him whimpering back under the covers. He tries again a few minutes later, just managing to swing his legs over the side of the bed, wincing the whole time.

He freezes when he finally gets a good look at the room. This is...not his hotel room.

The shock is enough to temporarily push back the discomfort and make him jump to his feet. What happened? Where am I? he wonders, when he comes up empty handed after a quick search of the room for his belongings. One hand running through his hair as his panic steadily rises, Yuuri finally starts toward the door, intent on finding answers.]

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[wauuu]

[The room is big, like a hotel suite big, and furnished like one. Everything was clean, no personal touches, just neatly designed and organized as if for sale. There's also a lot of lighting on the ceilings for whatever reason. Mid-day sun pours into the room, there weren't any draperies to cover up the expansively tall windows out looking a lovely view of Sochi. The area around is clearly residential, this is a house.

Around the corner, there's a hall leading out of the room. There's a large closet without a door, that seems to go back forever despite not having many clothes in the space. Closer to the door leading out of what must be a master bedroom is the bathroom, which had the light on the sound of a shower running. It cuts off and there's a pause in sound. A man pops around the corner with a towel over his shoulders and.... nothing else on. His silver hair is wet and he's shaking one side of the towel through it. His eyes focus on Yuri and a smile crosses his face.]

Yuri! You're awake! [his own nakedness is the last thing on his mind]