[ Oz watches the other boy tense, but neither of them move to attack. Curiosity, perhaps, stays both their hands, but it's difficult to say. Still, even with weapons drawn, cautiously trying to discern who the other is and why they're here, something in him feels like this was meant to happen. He was supposed to be in this spot in this moment to meet this person. He cannot explain why he feels this way, but it's almost comforting, in its way.
He cants his head, struck by the words. He calls this place familiar and a dream all at once, so then... has he gone walking in someone else's dream? He wouldn't have thought such a thing possible. ]
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He cants his head, struck by the words. He calls this place familiar and a dream all at once, so then... has he gone walking in someone else's dream? He wouldn't have thought such a thing possible. ]
Are you dreaming too? I don't know this place.