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[be_on_your]

Whoa, dude! This is, like, pretty trippin'. Where am I now? Oh, hey, lady-dude! What's goin'...

[Matt catches sight of the slumbering Dahlia]

Oh, it's just you. Hey, Hawthorne, wake up. Something weird's happening.

[Matt, ever gallant, wakes Dahlia up as gently as possible.

By which I mean he pinches her nostrils shut.]

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[yanderefly]

[Dahlia responds in turn by kneeing him in the crotch before slowly stretching herself awake]

What did you do?

[be_on_your]

FFF-

[Matt rolls away, eye twitching.]

Nothing! I didn't do... anything. That's gonna bruise, you little... You really have no sense of humor at all, do you.

[yanderefly]

Spare me.

All right, you didn't do it. What's going on?

[be_on_your]

No idea. The door's busted or something. Must be another lovely trick from the town. What do you think- are we supposed to kill each other, or make out? Maybe they want a pillow fight.