There had been...a murderer in Tokyo, or something, and he was like, living in one of the victim's apartments, he thought. there'd been a couple of babes fucking him involved as well, but that was nothing new, what WAS new however, was that he had nearly DIED in it.He'd never died in his visions before, he'd fallen asleep and woken up in the real world after a threesome, or tea party with a dinosaur quite often, but he'd never actually -died-.
Well, he supposed, he hadn't actually died. Everyone else around him, and he could remember that there had been others involved, as one of them had been giving him head, Matsuda, or something, had though. For some reason, whatever had caused it had given him the chance to live though, which was nice of it, he supposed.
He decided to push it out of his mind for now and to get lunch, partially due to a slight panic rising when he thought of it for too long, and partially because he was starting to get hungry.
He stood up, feet crushing the cheesy remains of last night's feast even further into the already ruined, grey carpet covering the floor of his apartment, he walked over to the kitchenette to check the press for some food.
He nearly tripped when his sweatpants fell down his long, hairy, unwashed legs, but aside from that he made the trip remarkably well compared to his usual attempts of getting of his couch, and reached his target unscathed. Unfortunately, The Food gods had decided to punish his hubris, his presumptions, his delusions of grandeur, his first sign of self confidence in close to a week, and removed any traces of food from The Mighty Refrigerator, aside from a small tin of out of date beans in the topmost corner.