*kesha songs playing softly in the distance*
This was probably already the worst day of Roderich’s entire life, and he hadn’t even woken up yet. Sitting up-right in the black velveteen chair by the window, something seemed to flick on, like a switch and he began to stir awake. His eyes slid open, and he gazed around the room in confusion, questioning where he was. He soon remembered he was still in Prussia’s hotel room, and that meant.. His eyes flickered to the bed, and thankfully they were still asleep.
He contemplated leaving the apartment before they awoke, and even moved to get up before he stopped himself. Eyes a little widened, he awkwardly sat still for a moment before he tipped his head forward, and took great notice of the fact that rainbow colored specks rained down in front of him. The origin? The top of his head.
The idea that it had something to do with the day before— He reached up to brush it from the top of his head, and a pile of it dumped onto the arm of the chair. His eyes only got wider. Doubting that the amount of glitter had just been resting atop his head for the past twenty four hours, he glanced up and immediately regretting it when his glasses were immediately coated with glitter. He practically leapt out of the chair, turned around and saw nothing.. but he was still being rained on.
Roderich never once expected to be so horrified at the sight of glitter trails on the floor leading up to his feet. "……" Rushing to the hotel bathroom, he faced himself in the mirror and then let an indescribable noise leave his throat as he saw the cloud hovering over his head, raining glitter into his burgundy, slightly messed hair.
His eyes flickered to the bed again, and he slammed the bathroom door closed, locking it swiftly out of worry he may have awoken the likely hungover other with his noise this.. very early Viennese morning.