[Right. Okay. Oswald lets out an exasperated sigh--and up you go to your apartment, Edward. Except when you get there...Oswald will already be inside. Waiting]
I'm still going to be here when you wake up, unless you make a wish. I cannot leave until you do! [he huffs, throwing his hands up, before folding his arms]
But fine. I suppose, for you, I'll be patient. You're welcome~
I didn't say thank you. And I'm not going to, either. Go... scatter into the wind or lie on a beach like sand is supposed to, already.
[Speaking of, actually. He pauses as he's walking further into his apartment, glancing down. That's... definitely sand trailing behind him. Not from that... thing, but from himself.]
As I've said multiple times now--[twice, Oswald. You've said it twice]--I cannot leave until you tell me your wish. [he waves a hand at the sand] That's just the result.
[He will absolutely not do that, you rude sand sculpture!
But, he can go ahead and explore. The apartment's pretty small. Edward can't really afford much better than this. There's a pretty impressive computer set up at a desk and a laptop by the couch, though, which is where most of his money goes.
Not to mention lots of puzzles strewn around. Sudoku books, nonograms, crosswords... lots of them.]
[Edward is just dealing with the exceptionally strange sensation of his body moving on its own-- no, not on its own, but because of this... this Imagin-whatever-the-hell. Even speaking with his mouth, like Edward's just some puppet.
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I can't go away. Not until you make your wish.
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I-I'm not interested, alright, so just go away!
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[Try that line on someone else, sir.]
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Maybe you just didn't hear it. But I did! Now tell me your wish already.
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[He just, scampers back to his feet.]
Okay, I just... need to sleep or something. Forget all about this day and this... persistent hallucination. It's fine.
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But fine. I suppose, for you, I'll be patient. You're welcome~
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[Speaking of, actually. He pauses as he's walking further into his apartment, glancing down. That's... definitely sand trailing behind him. Not from that... thing, but from himself.]
...Is this contagious or something?
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[He keeps walking again. Stops.]
...If I take a shower, you're not going to follow me there, too, are you?
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[he's just gonna keep going then and take that shower and maybe this weird. thing. will be gone when he's done.]
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casually float after him]
Try to think of your wish in the shower, hm? [meanwhile he'll
work on exploring the apartment. Maybe he can find something here that can give him a clue to what this guy would like???]
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But, he can go ahead and explore. The apartment's pretty small. Edward can't really afford much better than this. There's a pretty impressive computer set up at a desk and a laptop by the couch, though, which is where most of his money goes.
Not to mention lots of puzzles strewn around. Sudoku books, nonograms, crosswords... lots of them.]
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....he hopes it's the former and not the latter.
They're both definitely going to still be trailing sand, though, which is probably not awesome for Edward's shower]
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He'll just try to finish up quickly and clean up what he can, but he's definitely pretty annoyed once he's all done. Shooting Oswald a glare.]
Seriously, is the sand going to keep happening?
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he's gotten sand all over the couch now]
Unless you make your wish~
Or... [he tilts his head for a moment, studying him]
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...Or?
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[he smirks at that, moving closer]
It's not my preferred way of doing this, but if things get desperate, well...
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Wh--
That's not actually a thing you can do, is it?
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floats closer 8)]
As a matter of fact...
Well, why don't I just show you.
[and he'll just throw himself into the body in front of him]
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[And that's about all he gets out before he suddenly just
loses all control of his own body.
You're in the driver's seat now, Oswald, have fun.]
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There. Like this! [he hums a bit, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back a bit more.]
I suppose if you're not going to make your wish, at least I'll have something to do.
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He tries to push back against it, but no luck.]
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Ah, ah, ah! Now, it wouldn't do to cut the fun short, would it~? [and he is definitely heading for the door. why stay at home, after all???]
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