Intro/ No Event/ BYOA
The mirrors, red decorations, plush pillows and beds straight out of a cheesy 70s porno made the message clear enough to the lanky thief-excess, debauchery, greed, and lust reigned king here. Lust at the top of them all. His lips curled into a goofy grin when the realization hit him.
Lupin III, international thief, master of disguise, and lover of beauty in all of its forms, was dreaming. And it was a good dream.
He’d had these kinds of dreams before, the kind where you were asleep but aware that you were asleep, the kind where anything could happen if you wanted it bad enough. Lucid dreaming, he’d heard it called once. But, there was nothing lucid about this…
It must have been the heavy, cloying scent in the air. It reminded him of cherries. Or chocolate. Or cherries and chocolate.
“Gotta keep focused,” Lupin told himself, “It’s gonna fall apart of you don’t keep focused.”
He dragged himself out of bed, shook his head a few times to clear it, and set off into the hallway.
Maybe he’d find someone.
Maybe this dream of his would be worth something.
((OOC: And here I introduce Lupin III, the man who needs no introduction but is still cool enough to get one. As you can see, he thinks that this is all a wonderful dream and desperately needs someone to prove him wrong before he does something stupid. I'm open to kinky and non kinky stuff with men and women, Lupin isn't picky, but I do have a few rules: no potty stuff, no vore, no gore, and please don't hurt my boy. He doesn't like it. -cough- And if there's a Jigen in the house, please bring him down.))