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We so excited we wrote the date wrong!!! *echoing*
It’s arriving today! The legend!
Also, the sense of taste in dreams seems to be masked, at least for last night. We can’t imagine taste the same way we do when we’re awake, nor were we able to taste the food we were eating correctly. It’s like the extreme version of your mouth after toothbrushing. This does not happen often, as we don’t often control the context of dreams, but we’ll keep a closed eye on it.
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Rikko wants to make a cute sticker that says: “Click here!” on her CV.
I mean, why not? Art runs in the family.
Maybe she’s a better artist than a lyricist.
She’s thinking… egg? mirror lights?
– No, they look like pimples… *scribble scribble*
P/s: Turns out, fewer layers convey the message better.
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Hella fun! We should do this more often.
Be gay, do crime~☆
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Did you know? You can have false memories – like deja vu – in dreams!
“Oh yeah i drew that pic of myself!”
No, you didn’t draw that pic of yourself, me. I mean, yes, you’ve drawn thousands – but it is highly likely that this one’s brainriginal.
Dad said:
– That’s your birdie!
I be like:
– Yes! OH NO IT’S GOING INSIDE THE SHREDDERRR AAAAAA
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– ****** x ******!
– Kyon, why always ******?
– A beautiful man and a beautiful woman! *proud*
– But Kyon, on the topic of beautiful men, ****** is also beautiful! Behold! ****** x ******!
– Gahhhhhh! So formidable! Your fangirling power!!!!!!
– Heheheh. *smirk*
– This woman… is truly a crackshipper…… The best crackshipper alive!
Even 15 mins later…
– Damn! Why does it kinda work?
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The vampire had a dream.
A magnificent dream.
To resist the stubborn chains in his life, he slept, and slept. Vegetal, he was sent to a saltwater pool to rest. But a friend, Marianne, called for him. That alone woke him up. He reached for the surface and stood upright like a medical miracle.
He surprised her with his best voice, though not very proficiently. After all, being trans[N] was a secret only himself knows.
– Is this… you? The effect of aging?
– Yes… this is me. Decrepit, and rotten. But not to the core.
Still a gentleman.
He laid there again, this time no longer strewn across the floor among his belongings. His body aches and sores.
– It feels like it’s been just a dream… But I know. It has been days.
(In reality, it has been less than two hours. The dream must have had at least 4 layers iirc, but the process of surfacing was relatively easy, if not comfortable.)
I woke up before the alarm. And Lav jumped on me:
– You’re back!
Like I’ve been abroad or something.
I could have sworn there were hints of a tear.
It was too poetic to be true. Too real.
– Whose dream was this? Amazing! This is what you call a dream! Layered and sensational!
[N] gave a standing ovation inside the empty concert hall. Who was the artist? Nobody knows.
(That’s what you get for blocking your circulation.)
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It’s Christmas Eve!
The toilet…
The ink…
The paper…
And the chisel, too…
– Hey… This is actually kinda fun. *smiles*
– No shit, Kyon. We’ve been doing it since 8th grade.
– It’s kinda relaxing, isn’t it? *chiseling*
– Yeah. It got you a nosebleed, remember?
– Oh.
– But yeah… *chisels* It do be kinda fun. A secret hobby of ours.
– Chisel, chisel. I wish we could carve something for the family. Not this shit… or whatever you call it.
– I can do it.
– Great! You take on that. Meanwhile, I’ll keep chiseling this guy.
For some reason, ever since, watching people be happy makes us happy. Like, genuine happiness.
– I think that only.
– Are you sure? Like, watching people be dumb doesn’t give you a shot of adrenaline?
– It does, it does… Do be healthy, no?
– Sigh… Patche is gonna freak out if she hears this.
– Right, right.
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Kyon perches her bird feet on the table legholder.
– Bird…
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Lav’s morning routine is of the usual.
She’s done the laundry, now hanging her blanket to dry.
The sun is gorgeous amidst the scaly clouds. She waves her arm:
– Lovely morning to ya!
Next, she was going to head downstairs when her inner voices chant like your friends at a beer pong:
– Eat a flower! Eat a flower!
Egged on, Lav giggles and tỏms a flower into her mouth.
– Sweet…
She looked at the sun so hard that her eyes start to grow blind spots. Or was it the flower? I dunno.
– How unreliable… *shakes head and smiles*
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Scrapped kyony Kyon jokes include:
– I have sexual relations with that woman. *points* Come on, say it Lav! (Scrapped because Lav didn’t want to say it.)
– Wow! You’re a great cereal killer! (Scrapped because Lav: “you can’t say that to a 7-year-old!”)
– What, are you my editor or something?
– Huh? That wasn’t scrapped.
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– Ewewawawa.
Litl lotl Mary makes litl sounds.
– Hey, hey.
– Rikko, that’s not very litl?
– Who says I’m litl? *cheeky*
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Stat stats…
There are 7 alarms featuring you and– wait, 8.
And… 4 featuring me.
– Hmm. *scratches chin* Lav, my fellow, I think there’s a severe deficiency of main character syndrome here.
– Maybe I have it. *scrambles* Here, do you want some?
She hands me a glass vial of something blue, like ink blue. Paint blue. Cobalt blue.
– What is this?
– Hydrangea passion juice. Naw, it’s Hydrangea(TM). Not, actual hydrangea, y’know…
– Huh! Did you make this?
– No way! Unless I have a factory of me, well, I do.
Without further questions (and a grain of doubt), i down the potion. I grow as big as a lotl.
– Small?
– No, big. This big.
– Oh, okay. Go have fun on your adventures.
– But Lav! What is an adventure… *grasp* without you? ♡
– Aw, Kyon!
– I love you, Lav. ぷにぷに Lav.
– You’re really showcasing your main character traits.
– I know, right? *wink*
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– My childhood that I’ve never had…
– Did you like it?
– It feels like wet socks. No, wet tights. Not that you’re wearing them…
It’s Emmett’s first long dream, full of hormones, childhood traumas and magic. A quarrel with their younger self. Ice skating to find clues to the McGuffin girl. Accidentally teleporting yourself in front of the baddie.
– It was your childhood!
– *chuckles* Yes, yes. Just a little bit, because, you know, where else would Mama get their materials from?
– I wonder what my childhood will be like.
– You’ve got time to discover. Piece them together, like the little detective you are.
– Investigator, Mom.
– Right.
I kick back and sigh:
– Even I myself don’t deserve that childhood…
Emmy twirls around in bed for a little more, before a call interrupts them:
– Please rudely wake me up…
Emmy was trying to get their younger self to eat greens or something, but the kid refused because Emmy, too, was the same kid. In almost all interpretations of the sentence. Only the mind was different…