goro rolls over, trying to let the warmth of sleep cradle him again. he can already feel that familiar aching stiffness he gets in his ankles in the morning, and he vaguely thinks he should start doing stretches.
he exhales slowly, trying to ignore the throbbing of his body. it’s rare it gets so bad he can’t sleep, but he swears this time he can almost hear the pain...
goro sits up straight in bed, hair tangled around his head in a periwinkle halo of sleep. he rubs his eyes and stares at his surrounding bedroom -- still dark. what in the hell was that noise, though? surely not his ankles.
he peers over at the digital clock sitting at his bedside. 2:07 am. who in the hell was making that sort of sound this early?
goro stands out of bed, cracking his back, and shuffles over to his bedroom window. the morning glories in the sill are zipped up tight, undisturbed by the ruckus. goro watches them before his eyes focus on the --
oh what in the goddamn.
the half-moon lounge’s low-hanging sign -- an antique goro had acquired and gotten a fresh coat of paint on with the help of an acquaintance -- now lies in several pieces in the darkened alleyway that the half-moon calls its home. enormous, monstrous creatures are laughing to themselves as they swing their mighty hands as well as what seems whatever large and heavy weapon they could find against the walls of the half-moon.
goro’s apartment shakes. he clutches the windowsill in surprise.
“what the hell do you think you’re doing...” he says to himself, quickly sliding his robe over his pajamas and rushing downstairs as fast as he can. with shaking hands, he unlocks the latch and chain lock of his door and stumbles outside.
“stop, stop!” he waves his hands from the stoop. only now does he realize how small he seems in comparison to these creatures, and his protests dry in his throat. “th-this is private property!”
but they don’t stop. if anything, goro’s protests seem to spur them on, inviting more dangerous property damage. the half-moon’s beautiful cobblestone siding is cracking under the force of their hits, and the wood panel siding has already been given several large holes. goro’s stomach freezes -- he’s never going to be able to pay for this, and he’s not even sure he can sue men like these! if they’re even men in the first place!
