[ Wow ok. There's not much opportunity to sleep in at Madam's -- between the telephone ringer that practically rattles the walls, and the whole "supposed to be keeping a student's schedule" part. But: it's Kawase, so his protest is barely more than token. ]
...Is it really? Sorry. [ He raises himself up on his elbows to look around, letting the petal flutter to the ground. There's a calmness settling in him, that could be from the poinsettia's magic, but could just as easily be from the assurance that none of this is real. ] I've never had a dream-in-a-dream before. And I don't recognize any of these people. Couldn't it be one of theirs?
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[ Wow ok. There's not much opportunity to sleep in at Madam's -- between the telephone ringer that practically rattles the walls, and the whole "supposed to be keeping a student's schedule" part. But: it's Kawase, so his protest is barely more than token. ]
...Is it really? Sorry. [ He raises himself up on his elbows to look around, letting the petal flutter to the ground. There's a calmness settling in him, that could be from the poinsettia's magic, but could just as easily be from the assurance that none of this is real. ] I've never had a dream-in-a-dream before. And I don't recognize any of these people. Couldn't it be one of theirs?