<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/leeminho4_zps6hoyvzok.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qin Shirong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381696#msg12381696)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco, U.S | 3rd February 2013, Sunday | 5. 00 AM-ish<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Markus | Closed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pajamas (http://g03.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1_P7dLVXXXXcqXpXXq6xXFXXXM/Pyjamas-men-Pijama-Sexy-male-pajamas-Men-s-pajamas-spring-and-autumn.jpg_640x640.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Insert all sort of Cantonese swear words in here, mostly.<br/><hr/><br/>When the doorbell rang and the sound carried over to his bedroom, the Chinese man had found himself waking up abruptly and he quickly grabbed his alarm clock to check the time. Seeing it was nearly 5 o'clock in the morning only made him curse out loud in Cantonese before he wondered on who the fucker be; especially to disturb him so early in the morning. He gathered his blanket to the side, slipping into his slippers before slowly dragging his feet over to the door of his apartment. He forewent picking his glasses and even didn't even stop to peek through the peephole camera to see on who his offender was.<br/><br/>In truth, he was very prepared to go all out in his irritation on the daredevil who dared to wake him up so early in his sleep as he opened the door with a mighty swing of his arm. Before Shirong could lash out with his wrath, he stopped himself as his pair of dark eyes were met with the view of a hard chest right in front of him.<br/><br/>It meant only one thing.<br/><br/>Sheer irritation and anger gave way as confusion replaced them and Shirong brought his gaze upwards to see the very familiar face of his best friend. He stared at the Canadian with a blank stare at first as the awkward silence lingered between them, but he eventually broke it as he spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, ".. Urgh.. Just come in." He didn't even offer any hesitance as he kept the door open for Markus and quickly noted the luggages he brought along. He didn't utter another word until the door was finally closed behind them and once it did, Shirong brought a hand up to slip his fingers through his dark hair.<br/><br/>"... Markus, why are you here?" As much as he was mustering a very calm tone with his voice, there was no denying that he was annoyed; especially with his eyebrows knitting together and the firm line his lips formed. He continued to berate his closest friend, "Had you forgotten the courtesy to.. well,<em>at the very least</em>, call me to inform me that you're coming? I could.. pick you up from the airport, or make myself look decent." Not that it mattered, especially when he was well aware that Markus had seen him in his worse really. There were only a very few who knew him very well despite Shirong usually had a very high wall surrounding himself. He wasn't the most sociable person nor was he the most nicest person around but it didn't meant he didn't treasure the very rare kind of friendship that he had with Markus.<br/><br/>But friendship wasn't enough to let Markus off so easily, but Shirong was kind enough to let the other man get himself comfortable in the living room, at the very least. ".. Please remove your shoes and put them in the cabinet over there. You know how it is," he instructed Markus, knowing his friend would understand on how strict Shirong was with his customs and culture. Nevertheless, it seemed that the Chinese man had made himself more than a decent life, especially with the posh-looking apartment (http://cdn.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Masculine-Two-Bedroom-Interior.jpg) he was staying at. He mostly kept the furniture and the design to the simple yet classy theme of black, though with hints of Chinese elements with some design pieces he chose himself to decorate the place.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, that was unimportant. What was important was to understand on why Markus was here, and even more, with the luggage he was carrying with him. "Explain yourself, like really. Other than that, you look like you've been to hell and just got back from there. What happened?" There was a hint of concern within his voice, but he never was one to really show his true emotions, ".. Other than that, you want a cup of coffee? Milk with no sugar like always, right?"