It was some time before he had it in him to roll off the futon.
“Guh,” he said, intelligently. He’d been sleeping with a breeze on him for the last few hours—if sleeping could be swapped for ‘working off a mild case of alcohol poisoning’. Either way he had a desert in his mouth and he couldn’t remember exactly what had happened last night. Not a bad way to waste the last of his month’s salary, all and all. This Hisagi Shuuhei decided after he’d checked to make sure he hadn’t woken up with another tattoo, of course--he was still living down the last time that happened. He stood up and stumbled to the door, pulling at his cheek to inspire wakefulness and mumbling the whole way.
“Morning, sir!” said one of his squad members from the hall. On the way to the showers, it looked like. It got Hisagi's mind working on a number of things—like exactly how long his ass had been hanging out for the whole world to see, for one.
“Nngn.” He said in reply, and shut the goddamn door.
Bleach: Big Shot
“Guh,” he said, intelligently. He’d been sleeping with a breeze on him for the last few hours—if sleeping could be swapped for ‘working off a mild case of alcohol poisoning’. Either way he had a desert in his mouth and he couldn’t remember exactly what had happened last night. Not a bad way to waste the last of his month’s salary, all and all. This Hisagi Shuuhei decided after he’d checked to make sure he hadn’t woken up with another tattoo, of course--he was still living down the last time that happened. He stood up and stumbled to the door, pulling at his cheek to inspire wakefulness and mumbling the whole way.
“Morning, sir!” said one of his squad members from the hall. On the way to the showers, it looked like. It got Hisagi's mind working on a number of things—like exactly how long his ass had been hanging out for the whole world to see, for one.
“Nngn.” He said in reply, and shut the goddamn door.