[The dream starts out plain enough. Selphie’s wandering through a large field of wildflowers. The sun is shining and there’s a gentle breeze blowing the sweet smell of flowers and petals toward her. Something about this field of flowers is familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time thanks to the Malnosso’s tampering. Small plumes of dandelion
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[He's worried, alright? Although well... this comes much later in the morning. Ceodore doesn't do mornings and sleeps like a log.]
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[Just perplexed. Is this part of the shift?]
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A dream's just a dream.
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[Especially his.]
You busy?
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[Switches to written so little prying ears can't hear.]
And this is not open incentive to ask if you can watch. :P
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I can't join you?
[What? He had to try!]
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Picnic?
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[He's so insecure.]
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Why wouldn't it be?
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[Because he doesn't have that dashing thing going on.]
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[Spit it out already, awkward turtle!]
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