It's an odd feeling, that awareness of one's own dreams. She's not sure when it started--perhaps when that myriad of awareness unfolded in the back of her mind--but she doesn't much care. It doesn't matter much, when it gets right down to it. This place flickers with her memories of the people close to her, the people she runs into, before it
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Though the real kicker might be that blatant aura of his, no longer toned down by exhaustion or an outdated body. ... Or, you know, the irritated mutterings.
"What a waste of time... I shouldn't even be bothering with her."
And yet, I still came all the way here. Sahhhhhhhh damn children-that-are-totally-not-of-my-bloodline. Why do I even care about you.
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She confirmed he was a motherfucking moron, but punching him in a dream was not going to be nearly satisfying enough. The wind whips a little bit harder--Set's annoyance at an intruder, perhaps--and Yue stares at him, arms crossed over her chest.
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"If that's much of a waste for both of us, I'll just leave."
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"If you're going to be mucking about in my dreams, then at least do what you came for." She's certain, now, that Miwako passed on the message she'd given...so what the hell did he want--
When did this pipe get here? And already lit...the Dimensional Witch was laughing at them somewhere, wasn't she? Annoying.
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