When he had re-arrived in Prismatica, the memories came flooding back to him like a nasty trip. He'd written it off as a fever dream or something and went back to his normal life, doing his usual shady thing. Whatever that may be to us readers. He'll never tell.
This experience, however, reminds him strongly of a particularly traumatic incident where he fell into an uncomfortable sleep, trembling from a fever, fighting for his life in his head as it were. Even then, however, this dreamscape was gentle, mysterious; Not so different from his current predicament but with a lot less imminent danger.
There's no specific threat in this scenario (yet). He's simply observing the pale unsaturated field of flowers with hands in his pockets. Every once in a while, the scene will flicker into a new one, transitioning to a rainy day in front of a house. Then back again. He has no intentions of building real-life places into a simulation like this from an unreliable human brain, so this dreamscape will be the only thing that comes up.
Sometimes...if you're (un)lucky, you'll hear a sweet voice lilt through the air, coming from a figure far in the distance of this scene.
"Don't worry, she won't bite."
★ｓａｙ ｃｈｅｅｓｅ： ɪ'ᴠᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅs ғᴏʀ ғᴜᴄᴋ's sᴀᴋᴇ
It feels like an entire lifetime ago when he last enjoyed a festival of this caliber. With the lack of obligation to uphold his identity here, he feels way more compelled to participate in the festivities tonight. With the lovely Prismals coaxing him eagerly towards the fun, he shrugs to himself and goes along with it with a smile, accepting drinks and even going as far as to allow them to spike his drink with something quite potent.
He's a pretty heavy drinker when the time allows it, and he's pretty sure his tolerance is decent, but this certainly throws him for a loop. It's no wonder that he finds himself fascinated by the booth and its flashy decorations. Whether someone decides to join him or not, he's climbing into the booth a little clumsily, scrolling through the options and hitting the randomize button to cast the illusion at a rapid pace.
"My...how absurd. Maybe I should grow a beard."
The beard doesn't feel like anything as he pretends to stroke it.
henry cooldown ★ ota ★ cordis
When he had re-arrived in Prismatica, the memories came flooding back to him like a nasty trip. He'd written it off as a fever dream or something and went back to his normal life, doing his usual shady thing. Whatever that may be to us readers. He'll never tell.
This experience, however, reminds him strongly of a particularly traumatic incident where he fell into an uncomfortable sleep, trembling from a fever, fighting for his life in his head as it were. Even then, however, this dreamscape was gentle, mysterious; Not so different from his current predicament but with a lot less imminent danger.
There's no specific threat in this scenario (yet). He's simply observing the pale unsaturated field of flowers with hands in his pockets. Every once in a while, the scene will flicker into a new one, transitioning to a rainy day in front of a house. Then back again. He has no intentions of building real-life places into a simulation like this from an unreliable human brain, so this dreamscape will be the only thing that comes up.
Sometimes...if you're (un)lucky, you'll hear a sweet voice lilt through the air, coming from a figure far in the distance of this scene.
"Don't worry, she won't bite."
★ｓａｙ ｃｈｅｅｓｅ： ɪ'ᴠᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅs ғᴏʀ ғᴜᴄᴋ's sᴀᴋᴇ
It feels like an entire lifetime ago when he last enjoyed a festival of this caliber. With the lack of obligation to uphold his identity here, he feels way more compelled to participate in the festivities tonight. With the lovely Prismals coaxing him eagerly towards the fun, he shrugs to himself and goes along with it with a smile, accepting drinks and even going as far as to allow them to spike his drink with something quite potent.
He's a pretty heavy drinker when the time allows it, and he's pretty sure his tolerance is decent, but this certainly throws him for a loop. It's no wonder that he finds himself fascinated by the booth and its flashy decorations. Whether someone decides to join him or not, he's climbing into the booth a little clumsily, scrolling through the options and hitting the randomize button to cast the illusion at a rapid pace.
"My...how absurd. Maybe I should grow a beard."
The beard doesn't feel like anything as he pretends to stroke it.