( — : GYM.

@dannie riel Miyavi groaned quietly too himself and his side, his eyes closed and already half way to dreamland. This.. was bliss. _____ing perfect. Sweat in the air, buffed and brainless guys and panting.. he felt like he was at a _____o shooting. But at the present, he was too out of it to care. With his eyes still closed, he reached out with one arm, feeling for a nice soft - and dry - towel, only to stuff it under his head as a supplementary pillow. By now, all the sounds around him had been filtered out and the only thing he could hear was his own, shallow breathing as he slowly lost consciousness.

@dannie riel Miyavi stared at the lady behind the counter, while she gave him a locker key. He was probably making her feel uncomfortable but whatever. Grabbing the key, he marched off to the changing rooms and exchanged his clothes for a t-shirt that covered the majority of his tattoos and loose shorts. His long hair still tied up into a high ponytail - just without the cap - he strolled into the exercise room, found a comfortable bench and laid down. Obviously, he wasn't here to exercise, he was here to sleep. Perhaps there were better places, but the gym had been closest to the tattoo parlour he worked at and he had been about to pass out at any given moment, so walking to a hostel was not an option.