Mmh.

[ He'd fallen asleep reading Icha Icha on a large branch of a tree, and wakes up with a slight yawn, scratching at his mask with a finger. The memory leaves him pleasantly amused -- a nice change from the type of dream he's used to having. Reaching for the Hitomi, he picks it up. The connection ends. ]

Warning: Graphic imagery, violence, gore, ;__;

( You used to think that love was cancer. )