something witty about Arkham

[cubone_i_guess]

The first thing Kyousuke noticed upon more-or-less waking was that he'd much preferred being passed out on the spinning floor. While his head hadn't been in any fewer pieces, and his brain not leaking any slower under whatever that floating rectangle above him was, the pain had the company of the echoing sound of several strangers' breaking noses. At least, that's what the drugged memory <i>sounded</i> like, and he was going with it.

"The fuck?" He mumbled, first at the spinning/concrete below him/skull splitting headache, then at the taste of dentist and rubber in his mouth, something clinging to his hands like facehugger aliens, and undeniable fact that he was pissed at all of this. Wasn't <i>quite</i> sure why yet, but he'd get to that.