[audio; failfiltered to Nagi]
[the first thing Ken realized up on waking was that he hurt like hell. Every slight movement sent spikes of pain driving through his right arm, his heart, his stomach, his legs. And he could swear that he tasted blood in his mouth.
The second thing he realized was that he shouldn't be alive and conscious to feel pain in the first place. The events of last night came crashing back, distinctly unwanted. If he didn't feel like he'd been run over by a city bus, he might have chalked it all up to eating really bad meat before bed.
And he knew who was responsible for it. A flash of anger rose in him, and he reached out to grab his NV, flipping it open and calling said guilty party, before he could think twice about it.]
What the flying fuck was that for, Nagi?!
The second thing he realized was that he shouldn't be alive and conscious to feel pain in the first place. The events of last night came crashing back, distinctly unwanted. If he didn't feel like he'd been run over by a city bus, he might have chalked it all up to eating really bad meat before bed.
And he knew who was responsible for it. A flash of anger rose in him, and he reached out to grab his NV, flipping it open and calling said guilty party, before he could think twice about it.]
What the flying fuck was that for, Nagi?!