it was a night like any other, braut had got home from a rough week at work , he couldnt wait for a lie in . he opened the door of his humble apartment on the urban fringe of oslo, it mightve been a small apartment but boy was it layed out well. as you cam through the door there was the living room, with a welcome mat and a shoe rack. as you entered the room further there was a coffee table infront of a two seater couch, opposite the couch was a tv stand and a 40 inch tele (braut loved his films). last but not least there was a desk jammed into the corner of the room, next to the desk was a small corridor that led to the bathroom and bedroom. he wiped his feet on the welcome mat, then proceeded to take off his well polished, dark brown shoes and put them on the rack. after that he made his way over the his desk and gently placed his laptop bag on top of it, then placed himself on his couch and put some tv on. braut was out cold after five minutes of watching his favourite show: SKAM.
