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Italy Romana | Chiara Vargas ([personal profile] tomatatas) wrote2011-09-03 11:35 pm

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[Romana wakes with a start, her body instantly knowing something's not right. Was it the feel of silk sheets, a too soft bed, or the painful press of the wire in the lingerie the town's given her, or just some six sense, she's not sure. But she's awake, and while her first instinct is to shriek in indignation at her state of undress, she manages to control herself, her cheeks still bright red.

Slowly, she slides out of bed, only sparing Macau the briefest of looks as she tries her best to pull the sheet with her. He won't mind, he's not allowed to mind, he has a suit, when all she has is some silk, lace and fuzz. She'll get angry if he minds, she decides, wrapping the sheet around her body, and creeping to the door. Hopefully, she can just sneak out, run home, and then freak out without anyone seeing he-

the door's locked. And no matter how hard she pulls, it won't come undone. Her tugging starts to become frantic, the sheet slipping and finally Romana's foot flies at the door, landing with a solid thud that's followed by a sharp cry of pain]

[identity profile] 2011-09-03 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Macau is heavily asleep until he hears a hustling and then a rather loud, feminine voice he hasn't heard before. His eyes aren't open just yet, but his hand is searching for his glasses. Oh... this does not feel like the couch he has been sleeping on nor the furniture near it.

He rubs his eyes, his eyes finally opening and adjusting to the light. His attire is just down to a black pair of silk boxers... something he's very sure he hasn't been wearing. Then he notices a woman, a woman who looks rather distressed.]

By your expression, I am guessing you are just as confused as I am. [He gets up from the bed, fixing his hair and trying not to look at her directly. He extends his hand, bending down to help her up.] Maybe there is something here you can use to... ah, cover up, if you want.

sorry for the delay ;; busy holiday weekend

[identity profile] 2011-09-06 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[He gives a little smile when she takes her hand, and so he helps her up.] Maybe if we look around, we can find some proper clothing for me, then. [A little laugh to ease the tension and nervousness.]

This isn't your bedroom, is it? It isn't mine or the one in my house. [It's weird to think of the house he shares with Hungary as his.] Were you trying to open the door just then?