[When had the chrome lining the hallways grown brighter? Gintoki wasn't sure. He'd sauntered (read: stumbled) through the labyrinthine hallways for hours (read: minutes), but his red eyes finally grew tired after he'd rounded the corner of another corridor. His step slowed... and the samurai relented. He ducked into his room.
Or what he thought was his room in order to escape the brightness that was beginning to pound into his skull. (The room he'd been staying in was around here somewhere, he swore.)
His boots squeaked against the floor as he tripped over his feet - though he doesn't fall. Instead he managed to drag his descent into a lurching motion before passing out into the first bed he found. His knees were folded, his form bowed before the mattress god as if he begged for it to swallow him whole.
... Who was he kidding? Of course he begged for it to swallow him up. To suck him back into a vacuum to rest with the thousands of slumbering bodies that sit in the decks deep below.
His vision blurred, his eyes never truly adjusting before his consciousness tunneled around him and faded.]
. mess
Or what he thought was his room in order to escape the brightness that was beginning to pound into his skull. (The room he'd been staying in was around here somewhere, he swore.)
His boots squeaked against the floor as he tripped over his feet - though he doesn't fall. Instead he managed to drag his descent into a lurching motion before passing out into the first bed he found. His knees were folded, his form bowed before the mattress god as if he begged for it to swallow him whole.
... Who was he kidding? Of course he begged for it to swallow him up. To suck him back into a vacuum to rest with the thousands of slumbering bodies that sit in the decks deep below.
His vision blurred, his eyes never truly adjusting before his consciousness tunneled around him and faded.]