[Ah, of course his dream talented self shows off. There's the smallest hint of a pout on his face but it's gone as soon as it comes out. In the end, he just nodded in Omori's direction, silently admitting he knew he wasn't as good as his vessel. He once tried to juggle some colored balls and he couldn't even coordinate his hands well enough.
The 'dreamer' let out a faint hum, tossing the pillow case over his shoulder and holding the pathetic plastic hammer between his hands. There. He was... ready for combat. Probably.
Oh, speaking of which. He... gestured midair, pretending open menus and clicking buttons before offering a shrug. Where... where is the stats menu, Omori? He can't find anything.]
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The 'dreamer' let out a faint hum, tossing the pillow case over his shoulder and holding the pathetic plastic hammer between his hands. There. He was... ready for combat. Probably.
Oh, speaking of which. He... gestured midair, pretending open menus and clicking buttons before offering a shrug. Where... where is the stats menu, Omori? He can't find anything.]