The snow fell daintily from the skybox of real life as Mouse huffed, flexing his sizable biceps as he lugged his overnight pack up the stairs in the hostel. Thick, damp snowflakes fell romantically against his hair and eyelashes, blotching his vision and making him blink rapidly to dispel them. It was late, pitch black by this point, not that this was much of an indicator of how late it was in the Mid-Winter Amsterdam night, darkness falling early in the evening, leaving the city illuminated by the beautiful glow of the old street lamps that Mouse knew at somepoint would've been gas powered but now hummed with the radiance of electricity.

As he made it to his room, swiping the card as he went, leaving soft damp patches on the carpet from the snow, he pressed himself into his door and walked inside with a deep, calmed sigh, the first time he'd let out a breath in the last few hours that hadn't immediately fogged up the air in front of him - the hostel room was pleasant and warm. It wasn't exactly a five-star establishment so the decor was basic but homely. Mouse walked lazily through the hall, bathroom and closet to the left and bed and living area ahead of him, around a corner. Not even bothering to put his gear away yet, he tossed his pack down on the ground, knowing at least that most of his spare clothing would be dry. Ahead of him, a moment after his pack slumped onto the ground, he heard a noise. Both suspicious and trained and in an unknown city, Mouse hushed his breathing and took a few steps forward. He thought about calling out, wondering if perhaps it was just a maid or a cleaning lady.

Mouse stepped ever closer to the turn in the hallway, heart now pounding in his chest, adrenaline flooding through his body in anticipation as he edged nearer. Before he had a chance to reach the corner, however, a head poked around, eyes peering just past the cusp of the halls corner. Mouse vaguely recognised the appearance of the persons' face in the dimly lit room from the pictures he'd seen online - it was Warden! Mouse's lips curled into a beaming smile as he walked over, picking up the pace, practically jogging and stepped out into the light.

"Warden! What're you doing in my room?" Mouse asked quizzically, head cocked at an angle as he peered across at the smaller, slender boy ahead of him. Warden had taken a step back at this point, arms and hands locked behind his back, his own head tilting with a warm, affectionate smile.

"There was a mistake with the rooms.. I think they overbooked.. there were no other free rooms." He answered in a voice that was both timid and subtly effeminate. Not feminine as such but not masculine, not holding the same deep vocal tones that Mouse's did.

"Ah, no problem, it's not like I mind sharing anyway. Wow, it's weird meeting for the first time yet feeling like you know someone so well from online." Mouse replied rather awkwardly, one hand raising up and brushing the snowflakes out of his hair, gruffly chuckling as he did. ".. You uh--.. Oh. There's only one bed, huh?" Mouse's eyes gazed over at the room, studying it, darting about as he took in the enviroment around him.

"Yeah. I mean, I can sleep on the floor.." Warden replied softly, nibbling cautiously on his bottom lip, trying to not make it desperately obvious  that he didn't really want that, but unsure how Mouse would react, trying to gauge his feelings.

"Nah, don't be silly, in Finland, we always share beds with our male friends!" Mouse beamed widely, still with that handsome, masculine smile written across his lips. "Besides. It'll be more comfortable." He joked, gesturing his other hand towards the bed which was barely a double, let alone a queen or king sized.

"Ah, okay. If you're sure, that is.." Warden was mumbling between his words, his face already lit up, cheeks painted with the deep crimson of obvious embarassment. "Ah-- you're covered in snow!" Warden walked over and dusted Mouse off, hands reaching up and gripping Mouse by the shoulders. ".. You should take your cloth- .. your coat off, let it try out a little.." Warden's chin turned slowly, softly downwards, unable to match Mouse's gaze, aware just how suddenly he'd suddenly put his hands on the significantly larger male.

Mouse nodded, slowly, also aware of the lack of space between them, and even more aware of how small Warden's feminine hands felt gripped on his shoulders. Mouse gulped loudly, taking a moment to think to himself about how his heart was still pounding, yet for a different reason, threatening to jump out of his chest at this point. He exhaled softly, reaching his hands up and half-accidentally brushing them over Warden's tummy and chest as he undid his jacket, sliding it back off his toned biceps. ".. Yeah. You're right. Let me just--.."