[Ventus just shrugs in reply - not one for talking tonight it seems. He's not even sure how he wondered into this dream, or why. He's squinting though - the room's far to bright for his liking and subconsciously, he's trying to dull it - drag it down into the muted colours that he's grown used to.
He's not even aware that he's trying and failing perhaps, to change a dreamscape.
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He's not even aware that he's trying and failing perhaps, to change a dreamscape.
He just wants his eyes to stop hurting.]