ᴛᴡᴏ ✄ sweet things

[distorting]

[He's sitting cross-legged on a bed in a room that isn't very well lit. The only light that's coming in is from a nearby window, but even then, the dark seems to be crowding the room. Tate seems to stand out from the dark, his blond, messy hair being the only thing that really makes him stand out in the first place.

There is a long quiet that feels awkward and almost wrong as he slowly gets up from the bed to look around the room. He looks familiar enough with it, like he's been there for his whole life, but there's something in his eyes that suggests a longing for something more. It's like nostalgia had taken over him completely. He looks perplexed for a moment, staring down at the bed sheets before looking up abruptly, straight at a memory, or perhaps someone who's not supposed to be in his dream at all. ]

I'm sick of being here.

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[distorting]

[Tate stares at Violet for a few seconds before he laughs.]

No way.

[hasevolved]

Yes way. [She looks unconcerned as she rifles through her cards.]

You first.

[distorting]

What are we betting on?

[hasevolved]

[She quirks a brow.] What even is there to bet on, in a dream?

[distorting]

It could be anything. What do you want?

[hasevolved]

[Oh, come on, you should know this by now. But, she doesn't say the obvious answer. Instead, her lip curls.]

Anything? Okay, a bunch of vinyls. The good ones.

[She half-shrugs.] You?