Dream 3 :: Kinda Creepy...
Warnings: Daemon being kinda creepy, OOC-ness, a maid outfit, and a mun being a horrible person.
Effects: Confusion, and maybe feeling a little creeped out.
Note: This dream involves another character from the KHR universe.
"Primo, it's time for you to wake up."
Giotto's face scrunched up in confusion, though his eyes remained closed. That voice did not belong here, that was for sure, and there was no sunlight coming from his window urging him awake. A sigh came from over Giotto, and then there was the sound of foot steps leaving. Just as Giotto was starting to relax and go back to sleep the foot steps returned, this time accompanied with the smell of bacon. Nothing happened for a few moments, and then there was a second sigh.
"Get up Primo." And with that demand Giotto's blanket was yanked off of him. Giotto sat up and scowled at the person, only to have his eyes widen at the sight before him. There was Daemon spade standing next to his bed, and thus over the blond, with a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. Worst of all his former mist guardian was wearing a maid's outfit, and smiling at him. Giotto gaped at the sight before him, and then tried to run from it, because there were just some thing that were too awful for even the former Vongola Primo.
"Ah, Ah, Ah, that's no good Primo~" Daemon said as he grabbed Giotto by the arm. Then suddenly Giotto was tied to a chair at the diner table in his cottage. In front of him was that plate that Daemon had brought up to his room. Daemon himself sat next to Giotto, still dressed in that maid's outfit, now he held a fork in one of his hands. "Now Primo, if you don't eat your breakfast I'll have to feed it to you myself."
Giotto would have loved to eat the food in front of him, but it seemed that when he was tied to his chair, his arms were stuck at his sides by the rope as well. Giotto paled as Daemon grinned widely at him from his seat, "Well Primo~?"
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Giotto sat up in his bed looking absolutely horrified. His face was pale and sweaty, and his hands as they reached for the dreamberry shook just a little. He didn't even make a comment as he turned the dreamberry off.
Effects: Confusion, and maybe feeling a little creeped out.
Note: This dream involves another character from the KHR universe.
"Primo, it's time for you to wake up."
Giotto's face scrunched up in confusion, though his eyes remained closed. That voice did not belong here, that was for sure, and there was no sunlight coming from his window urging him awake. A sigh came from over Giotto, and then there was the sound of foot steps leaving. Just as Giotto was starting to relax and go back to sleep the foot steps returned, this time accompanied with the smell of bacon. Nothing happened for a few moments, and then there was a second sigh.
"Get up Primo." And with that demand Giotto's blanket was yanked off of him. Giotto sat up and scowled at the person, only to have his eyes widen at the sight before him. There was Daemon spade standing next to his bed, and thus over the blond, with a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. Worst of all his former mist guardian was wearing a maid's outfit, and smiling at him. Giotto gaped at the sight before him, and then tried to run from it, because there were just some thing that were too awful for even the former Vongola Primo.
"Ah, Ah, Ah, that's no good Primo~" Daemon said as he grabbed Giotto by the arm. Then suddenly Giotto was tied to a chair at the diner table in his cottage. In front of him was that plate that Daemon had brought up to his room. Daemon himself sat next to Giotto, still dressed in that maid's outfit, now he held a fork in one of his hands. "Now Primo, if you don't eat your breakfast I'll have to feed it to you myself."
Giotto would have loved to eat the food in front of him, but it seemed that when he was tied to his chair, his arms were stuck at his sides by the rope as well. Giotto paled as Daemon grinned widely at him from his seat, "Well Primo~?"
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Giotto sat up in his bed looking absolutely horrified. His face was pale and sweaty, and his hands as they reached for the dreamberry shook just a little. He didn't even make a comment as he turned the dreamberry off.