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Siegfried awoke with a clear hangover pulsing in his head. In someone else’s bed. It certainly wasn’t his. His bed didn’t have the nearly pure white sheets this one had. More importantly, his room wasn’t full of such expensive furniture. He slowly got out from under the warm covers, finding his entire body ached despite him waking up not too long ago. On the bedtable nearest to him, he found clothes- his clothes, folded neatly next to a glass of water and a painkiller pill. Along with a note that he can use the bathroom to wash up. It took another moment for him to realize the pain along his lower back was not the same pain from the hangover.
The room had large windows covered by curtains. Siegfried peered out after picking up his clothes to find him looking over a majority of buildings. This was a big indicator this was not his house. Unless his house turned into a penthouse overnight. He closed the curtains and sincerely hoped his clothes covered up enough in case someone looked up.
The bathroom was another big indicator this could not be his house. It had both a shower and a bath in sperate locations, with its own smaller room for the toilet and sink. It was imposing to Siegfried. How on earth did he end up here? And more pressing, how on earth did this shower work? There were enough buttons there to make his own shower look like it came from the 1800s.
When he had cleaned up and changed back into his clothes, he opened the door which greeted him with a dining area where the smell of breakfast emanated. Slowly, he closed the door and walked towards the table. The table was empty save for glasses of water and a plate of fruit. No sight of the source of the smell. Siegfried looked around to see a kitchen island with a white-haired man beyond it. The soft sizzle of a pan indicated that this was the source of the smell. Siegfried sat down at one of the bar chairs near the island as the toast popped out from the toaster.
“Uh, good morning.”
“Good morning. I’m making eggs.”
It was then the previous night started to come back to Siegfried. He had been dragged out by Astolfo for social drinking. At some point in the night, he had begun a conversation with a man who was wearing a hood and sunglasses. It took him a second to piece together who that was, it was the white-haired man cooking breakfast. He recalled he had introduced himself as Karna. Other than that, all he really recalled was them drinking together. He supposed where he was now meant it had gone further than just that.
He felt almost embarrassed over that. He ended up going to a bar for the second time of his life and he had drunkenly slept with someone. Who, in all likelihood, was also drunk at the time. Judging by the low lighting the person was also hungover.
The sizzling seemed to stop as Karna turned around and used the spatula to scrape the eggs onto a plate. He passed the plate over to Siegfreid along with the salt and pepper.
“How are you feeling?”
“Just tired.”
“Sorry,” It was as if Karna saw through the white lie.
“It’s fine really.”
Siegfried could deal with the now dulling pain. It wasn’t that bad. Karna turned back to cook more eggs, and Siegfried thought more on the previous night.
He remembered a certain scent from the previous night. It had been when he and Karna were talking. A flash of panic ran across his face. Was Karna an Omega? Had he marked him? His fork had stilled in the air as scenarios played in his mind. Then came up the question on if Karna was one, why was he the one with a sore backside?
“Karna,” The man looked over his shoulder, “by any chance are you an Omega?”
“Ah, no, sorry if you were expecting that.”
“I was just curious.”
That answered a few questions. He was either an Alpha like Siegfried or a Beta. That was fine. No need to panic over accidentally bonding with an Omega after a drunken night. Siegfried ate his eggs in a shared silence with Karna, who was making more eggs. He finished his eggs and opened his mouth to speak only for a door to be slammed open. He froze as footsteps stomped towards them.
“KARNA! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU KICK ME OUT For...”
The other person stopped short in their yelling to gawk at Siegfried. Siegfried returned the stare back as his head pulsed in pain. The panic rushed back. Was this Karna’s significant other? Had he cheated? Was he just a roommate? Siegfried was certain he was sweating.
“Yo.”
“Who is this?”
“This is Siegfried. Siegfried, this is Arjuna.”
Siegfried raised a hand in an awkward wave. The other person, Arjuna, gazed blankly at him. It looked as if a thousand thoughts were running through his mind. Karna walked over with a plate of eggs and a fork, putting them into Arjuna’s hands and returning to the stove. Arjuna continued to stare for what seemed like hours before he sat down at the island. He ate his eggs as Siegfried sat next to him, silently panicking.
“You kick me out...so you could sleep with someone.”
“That is what you said to do.”
“I wasn’t being serious,” Arjuna sounded exasperated.
Siegfried looked down at his plate. He should have expected a roommate with that kind of kitchen. Who would live alone with a kitchen the size of a small apartment? He felt very out of place, this entire place was likely bigger than his house he shared with his brothers. An apartment. Bigger than his house. The thought was scary.
The sound of the door being slammed open and closed again made Siegfried jolt. Arjuna let out a yelp as he held the side of his mouth, he had bitten into his silverware hard. Karna just kept moving the eggs in the pan around to scramble them before piling them onto another plate. Heavy steps filled the air as someone rounded the corner. Unlike Arjuna, this person cut a very intimidating figure. The glare that was already present on his face deepened as he scowled.
“WHY IS THIS GUY EVEN HERE!?”
“Please don’t yell.”
Karna’s monotone sounded like a whisper compared to the guy’s yelling. He didn’t seem to react much besides giving him a plate of eggs as well and then sitting down next to Siegfried. The guy just grumbled and ate the eggs standing near the island. Siegfried’s ears were ringing. What kind of lungs did that guy have?
His eyes drifted over to Karna, specifically the fact the plate he had. It was empty, spotless even. Even his silverware didn’t have any small piece of egg left on it.
“Are you not hungry?”
“Ah, I already ate.”
Breakfast had otherwise been uneventful. Siegfried had spent the remaining time figuring out what had happened with Karna. Mainly the timeline of what had happened. They had come up with a somewhat concrete timeline. What happened after they arrived at the apartment was lost on both of them. As was the reason they ended up there. Karna had asked the unnamed third person- his name still an enigma to him if he remembered anything.
“Other than the fact you went off around 12 with that guy, I ain’t got anythin’ newsworthy.”
It was a solid enough timeline even with the missing information.
After Siegfried felt he was overstaying his welcome- as evident by the ever-increasing glare at his back, he was directed by Karna where the nearest bus station was. He also found himself exchanging numbers with the man. The small smile that graced Karna’s lips as he typed in the number into his phone was almost adorable.
“It was nice meeting you, Siegfried.”
When he was on the bus towards the library near his home, he checked his phone for the first time since the previous night. It was at an abysmal 9% and Siegfried was certain he had over 50 text messages. As he checked over them, the majority was from Astolfo. It went from concerned to teasing to concerned once again. There had been a dozen or so from his two brothers. Not to mention the scattered missed calls. He was never going to hear the end of this.
He stepped off the bus and tapped on Sigurd’s number. He should get the lecture out of the way now.