[ Arthur kicks off his shoes too, though it's kind of silly considering his clothes are still dirty with blood and sweat and soaked in places with alcohol. Sorry about your sheets, Dream.
He snuggles close, finding the same to be true of Dream. He's comfortable. Comforting. ]
Mm. Take me to a library, Dream. My home away from home.
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He snuggles close, finding the same to be true of Dream. He's comfortable. Comforting. ]
Mm. Take me to a library, Dream. My home away from home.
[ Right now, he's a viera of simple needs. ]
All else I will defer to you.