バカ猫 (слэш)

V wakes up to a blinding light. One big light so bright it hurts. Blurred silhouettes gradually bleed in around next, in the corners of his vision. His head is spinning. He is… confused as fuck.
Nothing new there.
Over the last month of his miserable life, V had woken up in many strange places, in various sorry states. The gentle mornings where he awakens in his own bed, or anywhere else nice, have become so few and far between that they’re now the exception to the rule. Small miraculous moments of wonder that need to be cherished.
This time though, this one might be one of the top tier gonk-ass ways to wake up in.