The sort of thing you could only think up at 3 A.M....
A new day at the Conrad finds Farley Claymore once again in the Rendez-vous, this time writing in his journal. He's finally gotten around to writing that entry on the subject of names and why they must be so important when it comes to his telepathy. However, he's only just started the first paragraph, and rereads his first sentence: Shakespeare once wrote "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet". However
He sets his pen down and leans back in thought.
Unfortunately, the world has somehow managed to counter his recently cheerful mood with the discovery that having dreams about things happening in other worlds doesn't mean you necessarily stop having nightmares. The fact that it involved the Shadow finding him here at the Conrad and trying to kill him didn't help, when it comes down to it.
However, once you strip away the relief and the tired aggravation, all that's left is boredom.
Poke him, talk to him. He won't mind... much.
He sets his pen down and leans back in thought.
Unfortunately, the world has somehow managed to counter his recently cheerful mood with the discovery that having dreams about things happening in other worlds doesn't mean you necessarily stop having nightmares. The fact that it involved the Shadow finding him here at the Conrad and trying to kill him didn't help, when it comes down to it.
However, once you strip away the relief and the tired aggravation, all that's left is boredom.
Poke him, talk to him. He won't mind... much.