RED wasn't a fan of flowers, but his entrance into Chibi's mind was met with a smile as he eyes landed on the pup. He didn't know where he was, but for the first time in some time, he felt almost completely at peace, as though the rest of the world couldn't get him so long as he was in the field he stood in.
His bare feet padded through the grass, clothing less suited for war as he approached the dog. RED reached him wearing the hooded shirt with the ears, not even minding for a moment how silly he looked with the hood set atop his head. That was just how relaxed he felt.
"I, um. Alright." Though his brow knitted together, Sniper was willing to accept that explanation, feeling particularly agreeable. Something about the entire scene was soothing, his weariness from the stress and sleeplessness a nonissue for the moment.
"Then are you dreamin' about me?" And better, how was he aware it was a dream?
Sniper nodded, not sure whether he believed Chibi. He was sure the pup wouldn't lie to him- not intentionally- but the fact that he could be understood at all was something to be questioned. That, and his missing shoes.
For all Sniper knew, the dog was actually talking in his dream, not the other way around, and all of this was just another bizarre nightmare brought on by the stress that was starting to affect every facet of his life. Paranoia, sleeplessness, Pyro, his own inability to do much about his circumstances, the feeling of loss of control- they'd all been building on him, each a weight on his shoulders, dragging him downward.
He lowered himself to the ground, the grass beneath him soft, pristine despite his walking across it only moments before. "I can't say this ain't odd, you bein' able to talk. Or me bein' able to understand."
"It's as normal fo humans to understand me as it is for them to see my markings," Chibi said, padding over to lick his cheek. Then he flopped down contently on his belly and rolled around, the reflector on his back apparently not hindering him at all.
"Maybe they've just never seen a wolf before," Sniper said. "Can't tell the difference." That didn't really explain much, but it made sense in his mind.
His bare feet padded through the grass, clothing less suited for war as he approached the dog. RED reached him wearing the hooded shirt with the ears, not even minding for a moment how silly he looked with the hood set atop his head. That was just how relaxed he felt.
"Oi, Ringo."
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And he was not upset wearing the odd nice shirt the Pyro made him.
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He knelt to give Chibi a good scratching. "Where are we?"
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"This place is made from my dreams."
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"Then are you dreamin' about me?" And better, how was he aware it was a dream?
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Chibi only knew what he he guess...and for how he knew...he just felt it and didn't question it.
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For all Sniper knew, the dog was actually talking in his dream, not the other way around, and all of this was just another bizarre nightmare brought on by the stress that was starting to affect every facet of his life. Paranoia, sleeplessness, Pyro, his own inability to do much about his circumstances, the feeling of loss of control- they'd all been building on him, each a weight on his shoulders, dragging him downward.
He lowered himself to the ground, the grass beneath him soft, pristine despite his walking across it only moments before. "I can't say this ain't odd, you bein' able to talk. Or me bein' able to understand."
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"Wait, what about your markings? I see 'em just fine."
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"I know, but most humans can't. So they only see a white dog, since they can't tell I'm a wolf either."
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Relaxing, he smiled. "There are only maybe two other people that aren't you, who see my markings."
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