[Rain shifts smoothly from the dream into wakefulness and rolls over on his futon, letting the images replay themselves in his head. Dreams are being shared again, he's realized by now, and he prefers to think that something so absurd would belong to Souji rather than himself. He doesn't personally know some of the people who were seated at the table, after all, so perhaps they're Souji's friends.
As ridiculous as the vice commander looked in women's clothing, there's something about seeing the boy - Peacemaker - dressed up in such a manner that ignites a spark of anger and frustration deep in the back of Rain's mind. He dismisses it though; it's late, he's tired, and there was no complex message in that dream that he feels compelled to puzzle over. He drifts back to sleep easily enough, his last conscious thought being that at least he himself looked presentable.]
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Date: 2011-05-01 09:45 am (UTC)From:As ridiculous as the vice commander looked in women's clothing, there's something about seeing the boy - Peacemaker - dressed up in such a manner that ignites a spark of anger and frustration deep in the back of Rain's mind. He dismisses it though; it's late, he's tired, and there was no complex message in that dream that he feels compelled to puzzle over. He drifts back to sleep easily enough, his last conscious thought being that at least he himself looked presentable.]