"I'm always fighting my maker," Satoru grumbles, a rare show of what might be called actual genuine emotion. There's precisely two people he'd trust enough to do that with, and one of them is in the castle, and the other one has been on back to back missions for years and isn't here. Just the figment of him.
A figment that's annoyingly lucid and sharp for a dream. Shouldn't Dream Suguru be talking nonsense?
As Dream Satoru leaps easily through a forest of striking tendril roots and lands on the plant monster's shoulders to rip out what seem to be its eyes, real Satoru frowns at Suguru, then frowns deeper, and finally comes to realization that he's dreaming. And that Suguru isn't just a figment.
Ha. He knew Suguru would come back eventually. Is this just a brief visit? Is he going to stay longer? Why did this have to happen in a stupid dream?
"You asshole, how are you even doing this?" he asks cheerfully, still leaning on Suguru's shoulder and reaching over to poke him in the cheek. "I know you missed me, but barging in on my dreams? What, were you hoping to see something dirty?"
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A figment that's annoyingly lucid and sharp for a dream. Shouldn't Dream Suguru be talking nonsense?
As Dream Satoru leaps easily through a forest of striking tendril roots and lands on the plant monster's shoulders to rip out what seem to be its eyes, real Satoru frowns at Suguru, then frowns deeper, and finally comes to realization that he's dreaming. And that Suguru isn't just a figment.
Ha. He knew Suguru would come back eventually. Is this just a brief visit? Is he going to stay longer? Why did this have to happen in a stupid dream?
"You asshole, how are you even doing this?" he asks cheerfully, still leaning on Suguru's shoulder and reaching over to poke him in the cheek. "I know you missed me, but barging in on my dreams? What, were you hoping to see something dirty?"