[ There's a pause, and seconds don't really tick one at a time in a dream, but he can kinda feel them on an unseen clock right now. The biggest challenge is making sure he heard that right. Maybe he did dream this guy up?
(Definitely a real projection of him, though. He can tell by now.) ]
[ Dom opens his mouth, closes his mouth, which doesn't really make a difference in a dream, but. It's the thought that counts. ]
... I guess they are.
[ Cue the awkward silence. ]
That's a really fucking weird quest, dude. [ But he gets it. His quest was fucked up too. More than dressing someone up and giving them stage directions, he guesses. ] What're you using it for?
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(Definitely a real projection of him, though. He can tell by now.) ]
... Me?
[ As if that's the belated realization. ]
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[Lightly sardonic, a little urgent. ] There's no one else that'd really - I don't know. Everyone else in this place is so white.
[This is punctuated with a shrug. The implication being that he wouldn't do Romy the disservice of white-washing him, wouldn't insult him that way. ]
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... I guess they are.
[ Cue the awkward silence. ]
That's a really fucking weird quest, dude. [ But he gets it. His quest was fucked up too. More than dressing someone up and giving them stage directions, he guesses. ] What're you using it for?