Edward waits with the patience of the dreaming; alternatively, with the patience of someone who's so exhausted that nothing has meaning anymore.
Though what the devil-person says next sends a shard of irritation through his head. I thought you knew, implying he doesn't know something in his own dream--or in general, and his placid stare hardens into half a glare. "It sounds like a quaint term for a trip," he answers flatly, fingers digging into the edge of his sweet. "And not the kind I'd willingly go on."
If he has been drugged, heads are going to roll. Or at least grades. He absolutely wouldn't hesitate to ruin the marks of some idiot stoner via hacking for anything like that, but the timing of it couldn't be more horrible. (Or terrifying. He's so close, he can't, he won't lose it all at the last second.)
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Date: 2018-05-07 08:05 am (UTC)Though what the devil-person says next sends a shard of irritation through his head. I thought you knew, implying he doesn't know something in his own dream--or in general, and his placid stare hardens into half a glare. "It sounds like a quaint term for a trip," he answers flatly, fingers digging into the edge of his sweet. "And not the kind I'd willingly go on."
If he has been drugged, heads are going to roll. Or at least grades. He absolutely wouldn't hesitate to ruin the marks of some idiot stoner via hacking for anything like that, but the timing of it couldn't be more horrible. (Or terrifying. He's so close, he can't, he won't lose it all at the last second.)