Anteros jumped a mile when someone shouted at him. The object in his hands went flying out of it, most likely breaking when it hit the ground. He put his feet on the couch and pushed his naked form up, hitting the top side of the couch and then falling behind it. His heart was racing and only the top of his blonde hair could be seen as his splayed limbs tensed. Maybe they'd go away.
He turned his head to the side, what was wrong with this world? He'd been in it for less than a day but people loved yelling at him. And throwing things. Where was Eros!? Ooo... what was this? His hand reaching out for something shiny.