Just One Of Those Days Oct 23, 2014 8:43:57 GMT
Post by Gokan Bushino on Oct 23, 2014 8:43:57 GMT
Brrzzzt! Brrzzt! Brrzzzt!
It was a noise all to familiar with anyone over the age of eleven; the obnoxiously loud, rumbling buzzing noise that emanated from one of the worst inventions in the history of all sentient existence: the alarm clock. It was a device that operated out of sheer malice, interrupting the precious, comforting slumber of those under its spell and reminding them of the miserable existence they must awaken to.
Not to mention, listening to that damned buzzing sound was downright annoying.
The man known as Gokan Bushino simply shifted to his left side, removing his face from the pillow he planted it into hours earlier. His mind was fuzzy and delirious as he attempted to ignore the sound and force himself to go back to sleep. It was the smart thing to do, and the alarm clock would get sick of itself and go into a hibernation with no need to slam on the snooze button.
Or maybe that was the old alarm clock that he smashed into hundreds of pieces a week ago?
Brrzzzt! Brrzzt! Brrzzzt!
With a groan, the man shifted once again from his fetal position and lashed out in frustration of his disturbed slumber. His left foot--thanks to knowing where everything in his room was in relation to himself, even with closed eyes--lashed out toward the dresser adjacent to his bed, striking the clock. Gokan sucked at interior decorating, so everything in his room wasn't placed in appropriate relation to all necessary electrical outlets and his clock was a victim to this. Though it rested on one of his drawer sets, the cable was stretched out to its limit in order to reach out the outlet conveniently located on the wall behind the bed. Gokan's kick dislodged the cable from the outlet and sent the clock flying into the wall.
He might have to buy yet another clock, but at least that piece of shit shut up!
Letting out another groan, Gokan shuffled around on his bed once more before he let out a half-hearted yawn and began to open his eyes. The adjustment to sunlight went about as well as one would've expected, squints and eye-rubbing included. He had a vicious headache--correction, hangover--and the last thing he wanted to do was actually face that fact. And when his vision finally managed to collect enough light to form substance of the universe around him, the Saiyan damn near had a heart attack.
For what lay before him was a barely clothed woman with red hair resting with her back to his face. There would be men on Eden that would congratulate him for his current situation and in any other case, Gokan would probably do the same. But in his current state, he couldn't help but recognize that the still-sleeping woman was roughly the same size as his sister Aimie. The very same sister who died her hair a similar shade of red as the unconscious woman. It's understandable that panic would set in.
He shouted, scurried backward and flipped over the edge of his bed, landing squarely on his head, causing the redhead to leap up immediately in a panic.
"Oh God!!!!" she yelped as she immediately stood up in bed, gripping the sheets around her body instinctively. The confusion on her face gradually shifted to panic as she too seemed confused as to what the hell happened and why her memory was nothing but a haze.
And then the hangover hit her too!
"Oh... god...." She gripped the sides of her head and promptly flopped back into the bed.
What a lovely start to their day.