[ you can catch, towards the end of the day, a little dreamscape being projected from a sleepy not balded fox. he is unbalded, now, but he's dozing off somewhere close by, probably sitting up.
which means what you see is the following:
a long street, illuminated by gentle lights and a starry sky. a foxian woman walks down this street, being followed by two men flanking her at either side. one of them, a tall man in a hood, does not seem to be able to relax, glancing around them at all angles, as if seeking an invisible enemy. the other man, a familiar pink foxian, fans himself gently as they walk, not paying attention to their surroundings at all. the woman is chattering at the both of them in an animated fashion, throwing her hands around, throwing her head back and laughing, reaching back to slap at the men following her in a jovial way. the tall hooded man hides a smile, and jiaoqiu, because of course that's who it is, outright laughs when the foxian woman turns to walk backwards to speak to them more insistently.
it sounds like she's trying to convince them to try out a new takeout place. come on, we've been out all day, we deserve a treat. jiaoqiu reaches to rap her gently with his fan, saying something about the cost, and she complains loudly about money not being a problem - who would charge her, anyway?
the world around them doesn't change. it's just locked in a moment - locked in something familiar, like home. ]
[it's warm, in a way that feels really nice after all the shit they've dealt with this last weekend-- dream or not, she'll indulge in this for a bit, grinning as she steps up to lean against jiaoqiu. just inserting herself here without hesitation, easy.]
Come on, doc, you know she's right! Let yourself live a little, huh?
[with a flick of her tail:]
Don't pretend you don't want to try it yourself.
[joining in influences the dream just a bit. it's still his, primarily, but new figures join the people in the background, ones with varying types of horns and tails, and the sound of someone playing an acoustic guitar somewhere nearby filters through. they're singing a little song about the people passing by, working them into the lyrics of an idle tune.]
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w6, MONDAY
which means what you see is the following:
a long street, illuminated by gentle lights and a starry sky. a foxian woman walks down this street, being followed by two men flanking her at either side. one of them, a tall man in a hood, does not seem to be able to relax, glancing around them at all angles, as if seeking an invisible enemy. the other man, a familiar pink foxian, fans himself gently as they walk, not paying attention to their surroundings at all. the woman is chattering at the both of them in an animated fashion, throwing her hands around, throwing her head back and laughing, reaching back to slap at the men following her in a jovial way. the tall hooded man hides a smile, and jiaoqiu, because of course that's who it is, outright laughs when the foxian woman turns to walk backwards to speak to them more insistently.
it sounds like she's trying to convince them to try out a new takeout place. come on, we've been out all day, we deserve a treat. jiaoqiu reaches to rap her gently with his fan, saying something about the cost, and she complains loudly about money not being a problem - who would charge her, anyway?
the world around them doesn't change. it's just locked in a moment - locked in something familiar, like home. ]
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Come on, doc, you know she's right! Let yourself live a little, huh?
[with a flick of her tail:]
Don't pretend you don't want to try it yourself.
[joining in influences the dream just a bit. it's still his, primarily, but new figures join the people in the background, ones with varying types of horns and tails, and the sound of someone playing an acoustic guitar somewhere nearby filters through. they're singing a little song about the people passing by, working them into the lyrics of an idle tune.]