[He manages to stop himself before saying something blunt like: 'I don't usually look around for them, anyway.' Which, likely, is for the best. At least he keeps from announcing his insensitivity.]
[Eight months here in Aefenglom, and somehow they had managed to avoid sharing dreams through the bond.
Well. No longer.
Like most dreams, the plotline is vague, forgettable, and possibly nonexistant. It does seem to mostly be about something involving an impossible tower, set pieces through a sickly-green city that mostly comprise of blood and coffins, and any number of disturbing monsters and creatures.
Despite all that, the tone of the dream isn't sad or depressing? All the people running about (some wearing skimpy "armor" or even swimsuits) seem to be in good spirits. There's an almost sort of electric excitement and sense of purpose in whatever they are going about doing.
[ Dreams about death are - well, normal for Louis. But this? This is not normal. There's monsters and coffins and a tower. His are normally set in the Back Alley Markets, and aren't like this. But, there's humans. He's never dreamed about them before so now he knows this isn't his. Everything about this entire thing seems weird, strange, awkward, and unfamiliar. He doesn't think his own dreams would stray so far from his reality. So he knows as he runs through the images that they aren't his.
This dream isn't his own. And he has a feeling who it belongs to, which is only confirmed when he sees Koromaru.
But, as they put the guns to their head, the gun seems to almost -- He jolts awake.
He runs through it again, and again in his head as he sits there awake, an effort to not forget what he just saw. But, he'll send a text. ]
[he's been completely missing for alMOST THREE DAYS?? at this wild rager of everett's. finally, his questionably drunk vs hungover self will make contact]
[It takes some effort (mostly on Fie's part), but they eventually get him home. Once he's in and woken up, the three of them are settled on the couch: Fie and Louis each on one side and Shinjiro between them, his head tilted back to rest on the top of the sofa. There's a large glass of water and some crackers on the coffee table within reach of any of any of them.
Now Fie glances at Louis, a knowing look in her eyes as she starts to see how drunk he still might be.]
Did you have fun with the other fauns? [An innocent enough question, but not one he'd exactly admit to without a little wheedling.]
[Look. He actually full stops in his walking because clearly he read this wrong. Fie, spontaneously doing dishes? Already hard to believe. But then fucking up his things that hard?
The flash of anger is quickly snuffed out by sheer depressed resignation. maybe a few hours wouldn't be so bad. maybe it wasn't soapy water. maybe she didn't try to scour it with something.]
no itll rust take it out and dry it and just leave it out i'll take care of it
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text | later one night, and a tiny bit drunk, too
Who is it?
I'm assuming you SHINJIRO
Someone needs to calm down you're killing me here
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why the hell do you assume me
and shut up you'll be fine
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[This is literally all they get from her. Nice work.]
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that sucks.
the rest of you guys ok?
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~dreamshare~ (whenever in March)
Well. No longer.
Like most dreams, the plotline is vague, forgettable, and possibly nonexistant. It does seem to mostly be about something involving an impossible tower, set pieces through a sickly-green city that mostly comprise of blood and coffins, and any number of disturbing monsters and creatures.
Despite all that, the tone of the dream isn't sad or depressing? All the people running about (some wearing skimpy "armor" or even swimsuits) seem to be in good spirits. There's an almost sort of electric excitement and sense of purpose in whatever they are going about doing.
Even as they simulate suicide to call out giant beasts from the ether. (though when Koromaru does, he just brings forth the biggest good boy. )
Weird. Anyway, enjoy.]
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This dream isn't his own. And he has a feeling who it belongs to, which is only confirmed when he sees Koromaru.
But, as they put the guns to their head, the gun seems to almost -- He jolts awake.
He runs through it again, and again in his head as he sits there awake, an effort to not forget what he just saw. But, he'll send a text. ]
The hell?!
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after FAUNFEST
ok i cant live here
\how do i leave
im so tired
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Hi, Shinjiro. Having fun?
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after FAUNFEST, now home
Now Fie glances at Louis, a knowing look in her eyes as she starts to see how drunk he still might be.]
Did you have fun with the other fauns? [An innocent enough question, but not one he'd exactly admit to without a little wheedling.]
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just textin late at night
So.
It's my birthday in 10 days. There's only one thing I want, and it's for neither of you to make plans so we can spend it with just the three of us.
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[Joke's on him, she's already brainstorming other presents anyway.]
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on lewie's bday
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I can speak in symbols, too.
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handwaves vague timeline placement
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text; aug 11 late morning
By lying.]
i did dishes.
the cast iron soaks in the sink for a few hours right?
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The flash of anger is quickly snuffed out by sheer depressed resignation. maybe a few hours wouldn't be so bad. maybe it wasn't soapy water. maybe she didn't try to scour it with something.]
no itll rust
take it out and dry it and just leave it out
i'll take care of it
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text -> Action!
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oct 4; louis and shinji
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