[Between the closeness and the voice that's being a lot more Strider-y than the one in his dream, it manages to break through the spell of the bushes just enough, and he gets dredged out of comfortable sleep. As his eyes open, he's angry at first, but mostly bereft. He wanted that impossible fucking thing.
Then he sees Dave right above him and flinches.]
What the fuck!
[Embarrassment wins. He slams his hands over his face and hopes that this shitty magic place murders him with fruit trees or whatever, before he starts to get angry. There we go, he can work with that.]
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Then he sees Dave right above him and flinches.]
What the fuck!
[Embarrassment wins. He slams his hands over his face and hopes that this shitty magic place murders him with fruit trees or whatever, before he starts to get angry. There we go, he can work with that.]
Mind your own business!