[For the past two nights, Wolfwood'd been dreaming some pretty odd things. The first night consisted of... giant robot spiders... and-Vash, what the hell are you doing in his dreams? And why are we storming a place full of bandits? And his sister, he dreamed of her as well... He's never had such vivid images pass his vision before. Not just vivid,
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Much worse than waking up in the wrong houses.
[He opens his eyes, staring passed the table. under elbow.]
Sanji... have you been dreaming anything, like the others?
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[Because I'm your big brother. Don't hide anything from me.]
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God, he doesn't want to remember this now]
They're just shitty dreams, alright?
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[He's listened to the latest entries on the journals, and he's not pleased.]
Something feels wrong about this. It just feels like something's not right.
[He shakes his head, unsure. It's hard to address, that dreams shouldn't be this vivid, that certain people are in certain dreams, that it actually forced him awake in the middle of the night.]
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[And yet, there's no real conviction in his tone. He's tired and unsure what makes sense anymore.]
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And then a defeated sigh, somehow accompanied by a smile.]
I had a short dream with you in it, too. I was a kid.
[He didn't see the whole of it, but if he did he'd be far more confused, which is something of a feat. Still, having your little brother heal your injured arm when you're muuuuch younger than him? It was a strange thing, definitely.
He woke up when he asked if he could really sit at the table...
And then sat in confusion for a few minutes in bed to fall back asleep and keep on dreaming about Vash and Meryl and Milly and geez, he doesn't even know what to say about most of these.]
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Oi. Is 'Bee in any of your dreams?
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[But his own smile fades when he mentions his daughter. See... that's one of the things he wants to bring up.]
... No. None at all. Actually... I had a lot of dreams where I'm stuck in this desert. And the people who woke up in my house were the ones most prominently featured in 'em.
[But what could that possibly mean?]
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In your house. [And here he'd been hoping it was just some stupid coincidence]
What about them? They having the same dreams?
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[We can just assume he's meet Amelia at the church at this point, to further ruin his day; Milly and Vash's accounts are plenty telling, as well.]
Actually... some of their dreams-some of them are a word for word account of mine, just in their point-of-view.
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He opens his mouth, ready to say something about this being one hell of an elaborate Shift - God knows he really wants to. How spoiled they are, in a way. If something strange happens, blame it on a Shift. That's how it's always been.
But he can't. Because he isn't sure anymore, what the hell this is. He says nothing instead, alternating between his usual mask of calm and growing unease]
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Why was he reading so much into this? It was just a Shift. That's all.
... That was all, right?]
I don't know...
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[It comes out of nowhere, in a pleasant, amused way. His lips twitch] Pirate chef, to be precise. Guess there's some shit I'll never get away from.
[He says it because it's absurd. And odd. And maybe enough of a distraction that Wolfwood will stop looking so down.]
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[He laughs despite himself.]
A pirate chef--of course. I guess I can't either, because I was still the usual crappy priest in my dreams, too.
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