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[weisshaar]

[physically curled against the corner of a staircase, head aching. his dreams take place on a stage, fissures and blood like decor, pipes and half-limbed corpses as props. and there's the laughing woman up the stairs, six fingers and devilish laugh, components completing the look of a mad scientist

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[markedbyname]

[weisshaar]

[doesn't even stir.]

Get out.

[markedbyname]

If you don't want anyone to see, then don't sleep.

[weisshaar]

Do you think I'm sleeping?

[weisshaar]

[fucking hell what are you doing in my building. shadowed one-eyed glare.]

[weisshaar]

[an even more poisonous glare. his eyes are nearly boiling. hands are tense, more ready to rip something to shreds than pull triggers.]

Back off.

[ooc: just for reference, real!Heine is watching his dreams like a movie. I supposed Kim would recognize the younger dream!Heine on the spot though. ♥]