Mun's been looking at fan art, and Sandy's enjoying himself

[morethanadream]

[Honestly, he finds it sweet that people care enough to draw them so much. Jack especially seems to be getting a lot of attention, which Sandy thinks is a sign of a growing base of believers. Of course, he communicates this all through swiftly changing pictures, which people may or may not be able to understand.

There is one thing he's curious about, though. With a slightly puzzled look, his dreamsand forms the image of Bunny, which then shrinks to a little cute bunny with a question mark besides it. What's with all the art of Bunny as an actual baby bunny? As far as he knows, there's been no incident of Bunny shrinking and becoming cute.

After a moment, he can't help but have a goofy grin. No matter how confusing, the pictures are adorable.]

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[temerated]

Are you... asking me if I want to sleep? I'd rather not, sir. I haven't had many good dreams lately. [Ever since she was put in the psych ward, every night left her wide awake and shuddering when it ended.]

[morethanadream]

[No good dreams? He frowns, then shakes his head. No, not acceptable.

The sand reforms into a picture of a girl sleeping with a smile over her face, and above her where the dream would normally be, there's a question mark.

What dream would you like, young lady?]

[temerated]

...any good dream would be nice. I'm not picky, sir. I would just appreciate sleeping well once in a while. I need my strength. [She can't afford to be weak. She'd never forgive herself.]

[morethanadream]

[He smiles, but he wants to make sure it's a dream she will enjoy.

Freedom. Love. Acceptance. He swirls them together, then forms another question mark.

Give him a hint of something you'd like. He wants it to be such a good dream that it makes up for the nightmares.]

[temerated]

I'd like a dream with my father. And... [She looks around, sure this is juvenile,] I'd like to be at the carnival.

[morethanadream]

[Sandy smiles wide, then gives her a wink. Don't worry, your secret is safe with him.

He swirls her father and a carnival into the mixture, a lovely cloud of fluffy sand appearing above his palm, and then he blows it gently in her face.

Good night, little lady.]