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[senseandsword]

[The scene is a little misplaced, maybe, the steady foreground of a rural bus-stop set against a lucid background. Kuwabara himself is a solid figure among the occasional figment. For the moment, it's snowing, a show of his own sentimentality. He thinks though, for some reason, that he can feel or smell a rain coming

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[banditfox]

[Kurama enters from his own dream, a red stain against his white coat where an arrow grazed his shoulder, and a small but valuable necklace clamped in his jaws. He has only two tails, but when he draws even with Kuwabara and drops the necklace in front of the bench, his body changes, filling out to his mature form and gaining another pair of tails.]

I'd better stay as I am. It'll save confusion if any of your acquaintances from school show up to ask about earthquakes.

[banditfox]

[Kurama sees it, too, and stands, his hackles raised, not liking how quickly whatever it was disappeared.]

Frankly, I don't know that running through people's dreams is all that innocent an activity.