Oww, oww, oww. Arm's gone dead... Eh? Why in't it moving?

*blinks a couple times and glances sideways*

Oh... that'd be it. Kinda forgot I crashed here.

*wriggles around and finally manages to extract arm from underneath the sleeping Yukimura*

I'm frankly surprised he in't awake yet. Oh well, best not disturb him, guy looks tired. At least I'm feelin' a whole lot more alert than I was before. Hangover seems to have finally disappeared. Maybe I'll get some training in today. I wonder if any other gunners are up for some target-practice on the firing-range or somethin'. Sparring would probably be good too... I'm sure I've got some blanks packed away somewhere for practice.

And someone should remind me never to antagonise tetchy swordsmen in the future. 'Specially when they're freakishly fast and I've been outta training. Hopefully I can get rid of some of this pent-up snarkiness during training. Don't really wanna go losing my head at this moment in time. That'd only end up disappointing certain people.

*playfully winds a strand of Yukimura's hair around his finger and can't help grinning at the determined look on the samurai's sleeping face*

Should probably be thinking about getting up and finding some breakfast. Haven't eaten anything in ages. But, to be honest, I can't be all that bothered. Might just lie around here a bit longer and wait for Yuki to wake up.

My brain hurts... my muscles ache... and my breath smells dubiously of alcohol and other stuff that will not be mentioned here. People keep on making noise, which is really not helping my headache. I think I may have over-done the whiskey yesterday evening. Judging that this empty bottle was full before, I'm quite amazed that I wasn't consigned to crouching over the toilet-bowl all last night.

*sits up, rubs the day's-growth of stubble on his chin and then and rummages through his torn pockets*

Still haven't managed to acquire any new clothes... these ones are now not only ripped to shreds, but they're soggy and uncomfortable. Oh... and look at that... my smokes are soaked too. Man, how fuckin' useless is that?

*glances across at opposite bunk*

Um... oh yeah.

Now that my skull's decided it's not gonna shatter into a thousand pieces, I've taken a good long look 'round. This sure is a desert. Another screwy, sand-in-your-shoes-dying-with-no-water desert. There's no mistaking it.
And I've worked out both things that were puzzling me. Firstly, why my head was hurting like a bitch... seems I was knocked out by my own gun (well, it is fuckin' huge... and I wasn't expectin' it to turn up here at all). Secondly, where the smell of noodles is coming from... this too, oddly, originates from the Punisher... seems some idiot cooked a meal and then got his greasy fingers all over the protective casing (three guesses who that schmuck was... honestly, I'm gonna whup his ass for this!).

Should probably head on outta here... especially as that smell is making me darn hungry. I think I can see buildings on the horizon if I'm not mistaken. Hopefully they'll have some food there. Hmm... there's a thought... can you eat in the afterlife? *looks wistful*