[ Even with everything so distinctly wrong in his head, he knows this isn't his dream-- he doesn't know these places that well, hasn't been to some of them, the blood is there but it isn't cloying. However, he's less alarmed than he should be; it wouldn't be the first time his mind has drifted off during slumber and allowed him access to another's dreams. Not the first time he had another mind twined with his own, it was curious but not enough to make him run away. Instead he watches with that detached curiosity that was probably entirely unnatural.
He can't help but focus on the ball, he's seen them, occasionally brushed his fingers against the hard rubber surface when he was walking through the stores behind Raven. He wants to touch it now, but knows he can't, or rather shouldn't, instead he lifts his head and focuses on the person whom holds it. Not someone he knows, again, another stranger in his head. ]
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He can't help but focus on the ball, he's seen them, occasionally brushed his fingers against the hard rubber surface when he was walking through the stores behind Raven. He wants to touch it now, but knows he can't, or rather shouldn't, instead he lifts his head and focuses on the person whom holds it. Not someone he knows, again, another stranger in his head. ]
It's too dark in here.