Dream|01
Stiff fingers. Gale can't seem to bend them all the way. He can't touch the fingertips of his right hand to his palm. But he keeps trying. Testing one after the other, sitting on the edge of a bed. The hand is his, but there are no callouses. No sign of having handled guns or ammunition.
The shower is running in the background.
A sigh, left hand reaching up to rub at a fringe of hair. Blond. Real blond. Not green.
He begins to dress, as if the stiffness doesn't bother him.
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[Gale shifts, stirring himself awake. He obviously doesn't sleep with his hood, and his hair is a total mess from both the hood and sleeping in an awkward position. He reaches his hand up, testing his fingers as he did in the dream. Everything is fine. No stiffness.]
...What was that?
The shower is running in the background.
A sigh, left hand reaching up to rub at a fringe of hair. Blond. Real blond. Not green.
He begins to dress, as if the stiffness doesn't bother him.
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[Gale shifts, stirring himself awake. He obviously doesn't sleep with his hood, and his hair is a total mess from both the hood and sleeping in an awkward position. He reaches his hand up, testing his fingers as he did in the dream. Everything is fine. No stiffness.]
...What was that?