[She made a sour, displeased face. He was in close, within her shared unconscious? It was like a dream, but not a dream, and he was used to coming into this place? Enough that it was something with a name. That...]
No offense, but having a shared mental space doesn't sit well with me. And being in it? Well, whatever. Not like we have a choice.
I'm fine, just peachy keen. Life's going great. I'm apparently in our shared unconsciousness and you're the one dressed up for the fancy ball.
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[She made a sour, displeased face. He was in close, within her shared unconscious? It was like a dream, but not a dream, and he was used to coming into this place? Enough that it was something with a name. That...]
No offense, but having a shared mental space doesn't sit well with me. And being in it? Well, whatever. Not like we have a choice.
I'm fine, just peachy keen. Life's going great. I'm apparently in our shared unconsciousness and you're the one dressed up for the fancy ball.