Jun 14, 2017
with the curtains still completely shut, tristan had no idea what time it was when he reluctantly opened his eyes at the sound of knocking on his door. he was still snuggled underneath his covers, trying to recover some kind of sleeping schedule. it wasn’t the best before and with the jetlag, it was complete shit. he groggily groaned a “who is it?” before padding over to open the door, his blanket dragging along the floor with him. “heeey,” was all the greeting he could manage.
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