Þjóðhátíð: Part I
Just a very quick post before I turn in at 03:45. I pad down the hall to the kitchen to put my beer in the fridge, and when I walk back to my room, there's a completely naked man lying on the floor in the hall, arm over his eyes, hand over his cock, unsuccessfully trying to hide it. I hear voices in another room and I knock. I'm hoping they know who this is. They don't have any idea who he is, so one kicks the naked man in the chest to wake him up. Which works. And he leaves. Or rather, he disappeared.
Magnus was outside on the lawn, smoking or rather, waiting until his roommate's take-away left. He saw me come into the house, but he didn't see the naked man come in. And no one saw the naked man leave.
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