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.
[better think fast! Meanwhile, Oswald's going to head out and see what's going on around here. He doesn't have anywhere particular he needs to be at the moment, so why not explore?]
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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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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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well, mostly he's far too bewildered and how exactly is he meant to do that, anyway? Come on, Edward, think...]
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