Jun. 6th, 2010

Wee-eye-pee

Jun. 6th, 2010 11:26 pm
omgitsveevee: (D8)
It is the opposite of the relief he feels when waking up from one of his nightmares, what he feels when he wants to greet the warm sun soothing his subconscious.
No, this time that fucker is probably peering through dull, grey blinds and is telling him to snap out of it. A million questions arise in his head and fade back almost instantly as he slowly takes awareness of his surroundings, especially the somewhat uncomfortable position he's in.
Ow. Is something hard digging into his arm? He opens his eyes and realizes that yes, genius, it's the desk's edge you're sleeping on, no wonder you feel like you broke something.
Couldn't he just shift a little and go back to sleep then? Oh Hell no. He first has to know where the fuck he is right now since that place is certainly not his bed back home.
He's feeling groggy. He's in an office, which looks just as dusty and morose even in the brightest hours of the morning. It is therefore why he's definitely refusing to come back to the real world.
Tell me we didn't.
Then everything starts to hurt. With a groan of frustration, he tries to stand up and almost trips on a pair of trousers lying on the floor. There is drool on his cheek and the taste of something that definitely isn't--
Jump. Try a good Kickstart. He has to get out of here.

AN : I KNOW IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO POST BIT BY BIT AND  I SHOULD SPEND TIME ON POSTING RARER,  ACTUALLY SUBSTANTAL SNIPPETS
but for my intellectual ability 100 words is substantial




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