Consciousness was an interesting thing. One could be completely awake, and not be conscious. In some cases it was easy to see, the person sat there with a glassed over look and tried to see if the snozberries tasted like snozberries or not. In other it was much harder, such as in Maki’s case where he spent the night running through the village screaming about snake people and ants and other interesting things. But he had no recollection of specifics as he awoke. No clue how he got here, what he did the night before, nor anything else. He also had no idea where his clothes were.
With a start he rolls over, coming off the hard surface he’d been sleeping and drooling on and landing with a decidedly unshinobi-like thud on the floor of the office he was in. He takes stock of the situation at hand. He was naked. His sword and sheathes were on the table he’d just rolled off of. On the inside of his left thigh was written “Call me
” in what he hoped was not permanent marker. A quick survey of the room reveals his clothing scattered about in completely random areas. His head felt like it was about to split wide open.
And the door to the room was opening. Maki quickly grabs his sword off the table and holds it with the end of the sheathe on the floor, his hands on the pommel, and the weapon held in such a way as to protect what little privacy he had considering he was naked.
With a start he rolls over, coming off the hard surface he’d been sleeping and drooling on and landing with a decidedly unshinobi-like thud on the floor of the office he was in. He takes stock of the situation at hand. He was naked. His sword and sheathes were on the table he’d just rolled off of. On the inside of his left thigh was written “Call me

And the door to the room was opening. Maki quickly grabs his sword off the table and holds it with the end of the sheathe on the floor, his hands on the pommel, and the weapon held in such a way as to protect what little privacy he had considering he was naked.