it's well past midnight, the majority of russia along with the setting sun has long since succumbed to the temptation of sleep - even a vast chunk of the russian night life already winding down for the night - when sebastian returns to the warmth of catherine palace. he's rumpled beyond recognition; his button down creased and missing nearly half its buttons, hangs off his shoulders and his hair is mused to the point where it's sticking up in several directions. he takes the moment of peace to calm his rapid breathing, peeking out the window to ensure he lost the hoard of girls. the absence of screams is surely a good sign. "oh shi--" the sound of approaching footsteps has him spinning around. clearly he's not the only one still awake. "uh, buenas noches." he offers, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
