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[foolmetwice]

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[HIT HIM UP WITH SOME MESSAGES SHOULD YOU CHOOSE]

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[foolmetwice]

[THIS PERSON IS INDEED VERY SOFT!! he slips into the room fully, leaving the door wide open behind him, mouth curving into a gentle smile. the lights in the hallway are back on, too]

[Mars flushes a deep red]

Sh-- shut up.

[but there's no heat behind it. though he does lift his chained hands, tugging at the cuffs around his wrists pointedly]

What do you suggest I do about this, genius?

[lefthandpath]

Do you really want to chain yourself down when you have such a friendly guest?

[those chains are all you, idiot]

Can't you come up with somewhere more comfortable than this room?

[foolmetwice]

[the entire dream is all him and he is just now realizing this, like his mind has been opened to the realization that he can control??? this??]

[PUFFS, flustered and irritated, less at Crown himself and really just. . . more for show]

Some things are non-negotiable. Some things are constant. This room is one of 'em, 'cause I've never been able to escape it before.

[lefthandpath]

... do you just like to sound stupid?

At least consider something comfortable for your guest.

[foolmetwice]

[oh my god!!]

[FLIPS CROWN OFF]

[. . .]

[but there's suddenly a cozy looking squishy couch in the room complete with stuffed cats and mice and pillows and a fuzzy blanket B(]

[lefthandpath]

[he is still making the look and gesture of NOW WAS THAT SO HARD?

he is also unwrapping the blanket from himself and putting it around the new kid's shoulders who he then says:]

Please make sure he doesn't wallow too long.

[foolmetwice]

[Lily puffs a gentle laugh, wrapping the blanket more firmly around him as he crosses the room to Mars, whose entire demeanor softens as the LiliS approaches]

. . .

Hey.

[but he's calling out to Crown, even though his attention is focused on the blue-haired kid]

You should really take your own advice.

[lefthandpath]

I'm not the one stuck having the same dream.

[he'd stick out his tongue like a mature person but in fact, he just flips Mars off. HIS DREAMS AT LEAST HAVE VARIANCE, YOU FOOL!]

Sweet dreams!

[anyway, gonna flounce before Mars figures out he can entrap him or something]

[foolmetwice]

That's not what I mean and you know it. . .!

[Mars does not give chase. Crown finds himself back in the hallway, which is now brightly lit and devoid of any bodies or blood. the elevator at the very end is open]

[Crown's surroundings suddenly distort like static on a television]

[lefthandpath]

[ugh... he's so tired.

time to actually get some actual sleep.]

[foolmetwice]

[YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF ALLEN WALKER]

[but with that thought, the entire dream shuts off into blackness, like someone turning off a television. sleep well, millennium earl]