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WHO: Kuwabara and OPEN to whoever wants to find/collect him
WHERE: Some Street
WHEN: Morning of June 26th
WARNINGS: Gratuitous cursing probably, injury
SUMMARY: Kuwabara wakes up with a time gap, ouchies, and a sinking feeling.
FORMAT: I like my paragraphs, bro.
Kuwabara awoke with some degree of difficulty, recognized that he wasn't sure where he was, and then slumped back into unconsciousness. Just felt right at the time. It wasn't a fight, right? No demonic opponent crying out for blood. He didn't have to get right back up.
It was only five minutes later that he woke up with more of a start, moved impulsively and floundered in it, knocking against a dumpster.
Alone in an alley. Sore as shit and... His shoes were missing. Great.
Ringing in his ears, familiar feeling of cracks in the usual places... He couldn't get a grip on anything when he tried to pull himself up, and he kind of felt like he needed to puke. It'd be a hell of a story once he could be assed to recall it. He was willing to bet it was all Yusuke's fault, too, that dumb bastard.
"Urameshi... I'm never trusting you again after this. This is shit."
Oh. Not even here. Right, noted.
Kuwabara groaned and gave up any footing he'd managed to gain. Five more minutes, okay, and he'd be up and at 'em.
This was fucked up, but he wasn't think about that just yet.
WHERE: Some Street
WHEN: Morning of June 26th
WARNINGS: Gratuitous cursing probably, injury
SUMMARY: Kuwabara wakes up with a time gap, ouchies, and a sinking feeling.
FORMAT: I like my paragraphs, bro.
Kuwabara awoke with some degree of difficulty, recognized that he wasn't sure where he was, and then slumped back into unconsciousness. Just felt right at the time. It wasn't a fight, right? No demonic opponent crying out for blood. He didn't have to get right back up.
It was only five minutes later that he woke up with more of a start, moved impulsively and floundered in it, knocking against a dumpster.
Alone in an alley. Sore as shit and... His shoes were missing. Great.
Ringing in his ears, familiar feeling of cracks in the usual places... He couldn't get a grip on anything when he tried to pull himself up, and he kind of felt like he needed to puke. It'd be a hell of a story once he could be assed to recall it. He was willing to bet it was all Yusuke's fault, too, that dumb bastard.
"Urameshi... I'm never trusting you again after this. This is shit."
Oh. Not even here. Right, noted.
Kuwabara groaned and gave up any footing he'd managed to gain. Five more minutes, okay, and he'd be up and at 'em.
This was fucked up, but he wasn't think about that just yet.