002 ✿ Dream [Interactive]

[hypnoun]

Warning: None? This is a dream, so I doubt any hypnotism she might do will actually carry over into reality. :|a If headcanon counts as a warning, then, yeah.
Effects: Interactive!

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[hypnoun]

"Perhaps." She giggles, not mockingly, but more as if she were laughing with him. It's only possible because of the sheer amount of time she's spent forcing herself to be nice and to laugh along with humanity's stupidity (instead of, you know, at it), but she manages. "Just relax, Ken-san, that would help."

And then it's the audience's turn to laugh. It sounds fake and forced and similar to those laughing tracks they used in old TV shows. It's more than just a little bit creepy, but Rei doesn't really care. She pretends to not notice how disturbing it all sounded to a normal person, and continues with her performance.

The audience eventually quiets down, just as they should, and Rei turns to face Ken once again. She had already given him the instructions, now it was all up to luck. He could play along, leave her to embarrass herself, or, perhaps, it could work.

There was no way of knowing until she tried.

"Now..." She looks at him straight in the eye, raising her arm until her hand was inches away from his face. It was finally time to see how this would all turn out. "Love."

[insorrow]

Relax?

Yeah, that was going to be a lot easier said than done in this situation (and he still had no idea how he'd gotten himself into it, did he?). The girl might as well have asked him to grow an extra head, it was just as impossible to imagine successfully doing it, still less that it might actually help things along at all. If he could just work out where the goddamn door was-- the audience laughter doesn't help ease his mind at all. It sounds wrong, forced - fake, like something that could be switched on and off at will. He winces slightly, turning back to the girl.

(Ken doesn't want to be relaxed, is the truth of it. He just-- he's alone on unfamiliar territory, and look what happened the last time he tried that... He doesn't want to, not under these circumstances. It's not a good idea and that, Ken tells himself, is where it ends.)

He's still clutching the arms of the chair as the girl raises her arm, and frankly it's all he can do not to flinch away from her. He doesn't expect it to work: of course he doesn't but he's so keyed up and uncomfortable that it doesn't really matter either way. Here's him stuck somewhere he can't even remember showing up, and a stranger with her hand in her face - when had that ever ended well? - and him with no way out of here--

And that's about it.

Thought cuts out neat as if the girl had reached out and snapped off a light. All he's left with is an instruction: that and the girl, and the sudden and certain knowledge that someone just over there was looking right at him as if they were waiting for him to say something. Ken turned from the hostess to... well, to whoever that was, blinking as if he was trying to work out where in the world they thought they'd come from.

"Um, hi?"

[OOC: Hope that worked for you? If it doesn't please just PM me or something, and I'll edit.]