How doth the little crocodile;

[allmyfancy]

[You are dreaming, and you are home.

'Home' is a fantastical landscape, something like Dr. Seuss had sex with Salvador Dali and Tim Burton. It is unmistakeable as Wonderland, because it is basically the platonic ideal of the concept.

And there's a blond queen in a red and white dress sitting on the ceiling of the mushroom cap above him and pouring some tea.]

Oh my, how unusual.

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[screwreality]

[This is not 'home'. There was never a 'home'. Really, the closest thing to a 'home' is that suffocating classroom, doors and windows leading to nowhere and a single girl within.

But the only reaction the entire area gets is a single blink. Inhale, exhale. Then scratching at the back of his head while his eyes stare out at nothing. Or something only he sees.]

「HEY, HEY. I MAY HATE HER, BUT AJIMU-CHAN'S THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO KIDNAP ME WITH NO PRIOR WARNING. PUT ME BACK NO~W! I'M BO~RED!」

[She is lucky he's receded enough to be speaking human tongues again, but the words have no intonation and a mindfuck as an undercurrent. Worst dreamer to pick up there, miss.]