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Mar. 10th, 2012 03:16 pmThe red gets old after awhile, doesn't it?
This room does have a mirrored ceiling. When Gojyo wakes up, the first thing he sees is himself, staring down from above with exhaustion and annoyance, his hair and eyes a perfect match for the bedding beneath him and the paper on the walls and the curtains and all the rest.
Yeah. The red is really starting to grate.
Rolling to his feet, Gojyo rubs the sleep out of his face with a groan, pausing only when a glint of gold catches his eye. The door is shut, and there's a sign -- a placard, really -- nailed to it. That's never a good thing.
Fuck it. He needs a smoke before finding out just what kind of humiliating sex the hotel wants from him this time.
This room does have a mirrored ceiling. When Gojyo wakes up, the first thing he sees is himself, staring down from above with exhaustion and annoyance, his hair and eyes a perfect match for the bedding beneath him and the paper on the walls and the curtains and all the rest.
Yeah. The red is really starting to grate.
Rolling to his feet, Gojyo rubs the sleep out of his face with a groan, pausing only when a glint of gold catches his eye. The door is shut, and there's a sign -- a placard, really -- nailed to it. That's never a good thing.
Fuck it. He needs a smoke before finding out just what kind of humiliating sex the hotel wants from him this time.
