[Omori’s gaze sweeps back and forth between the drawing and Badou, like he suddenly can’t comprehend such a thing. He was used to adventures - those of the Dreamer’s making, friends supplied for him - but…
This felt real.
Already, the drawings that Omori had made in the walls were starting to fade, scratches healing over to blank wall once more. But Badou’s drawing… that would be eternal.
No one could take it away. Well, maybe if they had some really good bleach scrubber, but no one around here would do that, right?
Omori nodded, bouncing again, as that realization hit. It didn’t matter where they went, so long as they were together and having fun!]
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This felt real.
Already, the drawings that Omori had made in the walls were starting to fade, scratches healing over to blank wall once more. But Badou’s drawing… that would be eternal.
No one could take it away.
Well, maybe if they had some really good bleach scrubber, but no one around here would do that, right?Omori nodded, bouncing again, as that realization hit. It didn’t matter where they went, so long as they were together and having fun!]