48 [dream]

[hurricanebomber]

[Gokudera's dream is simple. In a wide-open, sunlit room, a woman with long silver hair is sitting at a grand piano, filling the room with music. Beside her on the bench, nestled against her, is a young child, clearly hers by the matching gray hair, maybe four or so years old

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[tobethebest]

[Yukino wanders in, looking to be her usual age, but in the same kind of sundress her younger dream self was wearing. This dream is making her natural maternal instincts tingle though, so after a few minutes, she approaches Gokudera.]

Wow, you're really good!

[hurricanebomber]

[He stops playing and turns to look at her. His expression is less defensive and shielded than normal, and he watches her curiously.]

She taught me how. I have to practice so she'll be happy if she comes back.

[tobethebest]

[Yukino smiles warmly at him. She remembers playing the piano when she was younger for similar reasons. ...Well. Okay. Maybe not completely similar. Maybe she just wanted to hear all the praise for doing so well. C-CLOSE ENOUGH, RIGHT. ;;]

She'll be really proud of you. I'm sure she will.

[hurricanebomber]

[He smiles and turns a bit on the bench to face her.]

Yeah!

[His expression turns more pensive.]

But she hasn't come back...

[tobethebest]

[She frowns at that. She crouches down a little, so she's more at his level.]

...Don't worry. She just hasn't come back yet. No one could leave a great kid like you for too long, right?

[hurricanebomber]

[He nods but doesn't seem totally convinced.]

How did you get here?

[tobethebest]

I...[You know, that's a really good question.]

I'm...not sure. I was somewhere else before, and now I'm here.

[hurricanebomber]

So you'll stay awhile.