49 [dream]
[Gokudera's mind has gotten tired of the piano dream. It's moved on.
This dream is just as simple though. He's standing in a long hallway with his older sister. He's covered in bandages, hinting at a recent, massive fight, and he looks sore and exhausted. Everything about his posture is defensive and withdrawn.
Bianchi's holding a bag in her hands, her eyes covered by a pair of goggles. Gokudera's pulling letters and envelopes out of the bag, reading one after another, his eyes wide with shock.
Though it's a rather insignificant wound in relation to all his others, and not readily visible, Gokudera has a shallow cut on the palm of one hand.]
This isn't possible--! How could she have....
[His sister looks on without answering, smiling at him gently, though her full expression is obscured by the goggles.]
This dream is just as simple though. He's standing in a long hallway with his older sister. He's covered in bandages, hinting at a recent, massive fight, and he looks sore and exhausted. Everything about his posture is defensive and withdrawn.
Bianchi's holding a bag in her hands, her eyes covered by a pair of goggles. Gokudera's pulling letters and envelopes out of the bag, reading one after another, his eyes wide with shock.
Though it's a rather insignificant wound in relation to all his others, and not readily visible, Gokudera has a shallow cut on the palm of one hand.]
This isn't possible--! How could she have....
[His sister looks on without answering, smiling at him gently, though her full expression is obscured by the goggles.]