Brittle Tiara

Unlikely sleepover

A little while later he finds himself on the bathroom floor wearing different clothes hugging a toilet. Makeup disappeared, all traces of glitter gone. 'What's going on here?' He thought to himself. He looks over his shoulder to find a shower covered in body glitter.

"Oh..." he said slightly concerned as he left the bathroom. He isn't sure where he is but it's really big and looks really fancy.

Koji walks out of the bathroom into the room adjacent to it. The grand uh...hallway? Well, he's at the edge, and it only leads left so he's going to walk left. Petrified of the pure uncertainty of his surroundings he walks to the very edge of the hallway and opens a door. He finds another hallway. This happens two more times before he finds himself back where he started. "THIS IS BULLSHIT," he starts to open doors one after the other until finally he finds an exit. Instead of bedrooms, closets, or more hallways, he finds a tall muscular black haired bozo with his face covered by a newspaper. This must be the man who brought him here.

Koji approaches, "Where am I? And who are you?" he asked demanding answers.

He's not sure which way is up and which way is down everything just feels so confusing. The room was so big! It was hard not to get lost in it. He walks to the man keeping his guard up.

The man folds down the newspaper revealing his face. He looks familiar like one of his classmates that sat in his near vicinity.

"Do I know you?" Koji asks getting closer. "Also where are my clothes?"

"You threw up on yourself last night walking out of my car. You were shitfaced so I took the liberty of washing your shirt. Then you insisted that you were naked and needed clothes. Then you stripped off your pants because they were uncomfortable. So I threw those in the wash too. You don't really fit my clothes so I gave you a T-shirt and a pair of old jeans I found in the back of my closet." The man said, his voice sounding more annoyed with each sentence he had to recount.

"That doesn't explain who you are though mister," Koji said getting huffy.

"Kyoto Lange. Just call me Kyo. I tried to drive you home but you wouldn't tell me where you lived. You looked too messed up I was scared you were drugged. Do you remember anything from before you blacked out?"

Koji froze, every muscle in his body tensing up his shifts his gaze shifting away from Kyoto. "I...don't know."

Kyoto's expression tightens, a mixture of frustration and agitation. "We'll figure this out later. Right now just..." the room falls into silence, the weight of the situation subsiding for Kyoto.

"Do you want me to take you home, or would you like to stay for a while? I could show you around the house."

"That would be nice," Koji said in a somber tone. He didn't want to be alone right now, something did happen last night but he wasn't in the mood to talk about it.

Kyoto gets up and leads koji out of the room sighing and rubbing the back of his neck. For someone in such a big house, he sure was dressed normally. Red plaid pajama pants and a band t-shirt. Wait is he wearing pajamas? What time is it anyway?

"You look comfortable," Koji remarked actually meaning to ask what time it was. It's a good thing Kyoto understood.

"I better be," he laughed, "it's 8:45 pm."

"Wait why the fuck were you reading a newspaper then?" Koji asked.

"To keep up on current events. Newspapers aren't blue-lighted so they make you sleepy."

"That can't be true," Koji said thinking that couldn't be it and there must be more to it than that.

"And you'd be right, blue light from your phone wakes you up but newspapers don't shine light directly into your face. So I read newspapers to start getting ready for bed."