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Frustration coursed through his body along with irritation slipping out from his lips — mumbling in Russian — and if anyone was near and could understand. It still would almost sound like gibberish with a few swears or words that were understandable here and there. Running his fingers through his hair again as he continued towards his cabin, his thoughts were running wild, and he was feeling weighed down. He hated these feelings since it was hard to explain or to make go away. 

Going through the melted snow, he almost slipped, but he caught himself. Throwing his hands down with force and saying a few things in his native language. The man was not going to stand outside of the party anymore after that. Plus, he knew by this time he had ruined his makeup. He could feel how the mascara and eyeliner smeared on his face and he needed to get himself cleaned up. Maybe he would return to the party? Maybe not. That wasn’t any worry or priority on his mind right now as he made it across the path towards the cabins. Going towards him without any hesitation. 

Anatoliy got to the foot of his cabin stairs and began to scale them easily. Wasting no time. His frustrations were trying to figure out how to come out without exploding. Once he reached the top, he opened the door, and instantly spotted Ip sleeping. This quieted him down a lot but his mind was still so loud. ‘[color=8A9A5B]I was sitting at the edge of the party. Away from the party, why couldn’t she just not approach me?[/color]’ he whispered to himself with emotion while being quiet as he closed the door. 

He went over to the bathroom and turned the lights on. Looking at himself in the mirror and the look honestly reminded him of times he came back home late at night from partying or times when he worked late at the club as a dancer and entertainer — he always looked like a mess on those nights. Turning the faucet on to warm water and grabbing a grab, he gently put water on his face before putting soap, and he began to work on washing his face off. Trying to be as gentle as he could with himself, so he didn’t irritate the sensitive skin. 

‘[color=8A9A5B]I should have just not gone to the party. If Sloane and Rocco didn’t bother me, I would have stayed sleeping. I should have just let her leave, so I could go back to sleep,[/color]’ he complained to himself. Though, he did love meeting Rocco and Sloane. 

Checking his face out. He could tell where darker streaks were still and he continued to work on washing his face. When he got everything off, he washed his face off a few times with water, and then patted it dry. Then he stood at the sink and stared into his eyes. ‘[color=8A9A5B]Parties are stupid anyways,[/color]’ he huffed out while unbuttoning his shirt. 

Turning the light off in the bathroom, he stepped out into the bigger room of his cabin, and he threw his shirt on one of the chairs. Taking off his shoes by the bed. Taking off his pants and throwing that by the shirt but it missed the chair and fell onto the ground. 

He decided to get into something more comfortable, [url=https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/71sgnPigZjL._AC_SX679_.jpg]pajama pants[/url] and he went over and grabbed his phone which was left on one of the bedside tables. Opening it up and flopping down onto the bed, he decided to melt into the comfortable fabrics, and picked the game [i]Shattered Pixel Dungeon[/i] and picked the mage character to enter the dungeon. 

Lying there, he began to run his little pixel guy through the dungeon and fight the rats and other things that popped up while finding treasure and everything else. Trying to calm his nerves while focusing on the game. Trying to focus on the game so he didn’t turn into an animal yet his thoughts were trying to be persistent. He was able to block them out for now. Thankfully. 
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