[Despite Mitsuhide nearly taking his dream life in the dream world he's still not overly concerned about dying to the Wendigo's hand. All his threats and talk of it have sort of become something akin to white noise. "Yes yes, you want to kill me and look at all my blood. That's nice." The words don't really mean anything at this point. They're just silly things Mitsuhide likes to speak of.]
No harm done. Not to me anyway. I wonder, did being blown up by Killer Queen hurt at all? It was just a dream and a removal more than a death, but I still have to wonder.
[Ah, Mitsuhide is right though. He does have Killer Queen... but he's also died. And been sucked into a world of dreams. And slept through an entire month. So... He supposes he'll call it a wash and see what happens going forward.
Kira lifts the cup moving to take a sip, listening to the other prattle away waiting for him to reach a point of some kind. A favor? Yes, he remembers. Mitsuhide had forgotten what it was and--]
I'm sorry... did you say violin? [His eyes narrow slightly, not in anger or anything like that. But maybe a tad suspicious like. That's curious. Josuke said something similar maybe an hour or so ago. Josuke said he should play again, quickly followed by how he would "suck" if he did make an attempt.
What happened in his dreamscape to make everyone so enamored by his short span of violin playing days?
He sets his cup down gently, mulling over the thought of actually playing again. It does bring a prickling anxiety into his consciousness but nothing more than that.] I don't have a violin Mitsuhide. And I haven't played in many many years. If I did I doubt I could play it. Not just because of time but also... [He holds out a hand to show off his ugly black claws.] It'd be quite difficult, if not impossible, with my current condition.
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No harm done. Not to me anyway. I wonder, did being blown up by Killer Queen hurt at all? It was just a dream and a removal more than a death, but I still have to wonder.
[Ah, Mitsuhide is right though. He does have Killer Queen... but he's also died. And been sucked into a world of dreams. And slept through an entire month. So... He supposes he'll call it a wash and see what happens going forward.
Kira lifts the cup moving to take a sip, listening to the other prattle away waiting for him to reach a point of some kind. A favor? Yes, he remembers. Mitsuhide had forgotten what it was and--]
I'm sorry... did you say violin? [His eyes narrow slightly, not in anger or anything like that. But maybe a tad suspicious like. That's curious. Josuke said something similar maybe an hour or so ago. Josuke said he should play again, quickly followed by how he would "suck" if he did make an attempt.
What happened in his dreamscape to make everyone so enamored by his short span of violin playing days?
He sets his cup down gently, mulling over the thought of actually playing again. It does bring a prickling anxiety into his consciousness but nothing more than that.] I don't have a violin Mitsuhide. And I haven't played in many many years. If I did I doubt I could play it. Not just because of time but also... [He holds out a hand to show off his ugly black claws.] It'd be quite difficult, if not impossible, with my current condition.