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A roll of eyes when he spots the look on the other’s face and shrugs his shoulders lazily. “And….your point? It’s not like we have school today. Let a guy sleep in.” he pushes the door open further as feet step backwards to allow the other entrance. Peter didn’t bother sticking around while his friend came inside and shortly disappears back down the hallway again.

He returns with a blanket now draped over shoulders and pulled together in front of himself. As attention is brought around to dreams, it took the were a second to think. Not because he was unsure if he had, but because he did; still does. “Ah, yeah actually. You do remember me telling you that we share them, right?” Peter grunts as he flops down into the chair once he had moved close enough to it. Gracelessly spreading his legs as he sinks down into the cushions and readjusts his blanket.

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Roman shrugged sarcastically at his friend’s comments about school and all of that, just wanting to get inside and warm up more. Though, he was not having that much of a problem now, what with the sudden halfway-lewd visual of his friend before him. Things were definitely warming up, but he was trying to ignore that with the flush of his cheeks. He cleared his throat, and stood there as his friend finally came back out with something to at least cover himself with, and his expression turned to something slightly annoyed as he saw the man there just spreading himself out.

   “Okay. Well. What I meant was... Don’t they seem kinda off to you?? More than how they normally are? A fucking clown? Like what the hell is that??” He thought it was something so out-of-the-blue, an innocent-looking person in clown makeup and attire, yet there was this clown’s face that had Roman more spooked than anything. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was that irked him, but the sight of those red lips and the mile-long stare made him tense up in his dreams, and think awfully in the real world. He shrugged, and folded his arms tightly together. “Man, I dunno about you. But I get the heebie-jeebies from that thing.”

There was a shuffle in the bed. He’d ignored the knocking at first; tugging his blankets up a little further over his head in an attempt to block out the noise, but it was pointless. Roman’s incessant calls for him with both fist and voice has the teen groaning beneath the covers. What the hell does he need to talk about?!

Peter throws the covers to one side before he’s pulling himself out from under them and sitting up. Hair a mess, far more than usual, as he shivers with the cold air that wafts over him now that he pulls himself up out of the bed to stand beside it.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming!” he shouts down the hall while stepping out of his room and heading for the door. It takes only a couple of moments before Peter reaches a hand out to open the door. “What’s so important you have to break down my door to tell me?” the boy looked all sorts of annoyed at being woken up from sleep and now being assaulted by the chilly air coming in through the opened door. It wouldn’t have been quite as bad if he’d had on more clothes than just his boxers and a tank-top. 

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Roman waited patiently, but that was quickly disappearing the moment he heard the other’s sleepy tone, and instantly his face scrunched up with his own confused annoyance. “Did you just wake up? What the hell, man? It’s like almost noon.” It was a momentary distraction from what had been bothering him, and seeing his friend practically half-undressed was a huge eye-opener to his senses. He was definitely not feeling the cold right now, and that was strangely more annoying! So, he ignored all of that, again, and just made sure to keep his eyes trained on the other.

   “Right, well. Whatever. You gonna let me in, or what? Am I just going to stand here in the cold??” His tone was slightly aggressive, but it was semi-playful, since it was there to cover up the sudden warmth he was trying to battle with inside. Once allowed in, he took his hands out of his pockets and looked at his friend, needing to get right to the point. “Have you been having anymore weird dreams, Peter?? Anything unusual? Because I sure as hell have.”

   “Peter...! Are you there?” He knocked on the door to the other’s home, hoping to get a response, and his fist pounded on the wood a few more times. “Come on.” He muttered under his breath. The cold air of Fall was not making this standing outside thing any less comfortable. He was freezing, or starting to feel like it, and made sure his coat was tightly wrapped around himself. “We need to talk.” He said again loudly, so as to be heard through the door. Talk? Talk about what? His mind half-wondered, because this was all starting to sound even crazier in his head. These dreams he had been having were getting worse, but he had to talk to someone. Anyone.

Eyes alight with it’s own glow; one that’s dull in comparison to the horns atop the beast’s head. It bathes the being in a pretty green shade that stretches out a few feet to the surrounding area. Giving a hint for the other bound by chains as to what else might be inside the room, which…wasn’t much.

Some warehouse building by the looks of it. Concrete flooring and walls far too distant that allowed naught the being’s glow to reach. A chair had been pulled up and placed a good 20 feet from where Roman was shackled. The table beside it held a half empty glass, a pitcher practically full of a clear liquid, and a few other things left to one’s imagination.

“Why is it always money first with you humans? Why can’t it be sex, or even a sacrifice?” laughter echoes after their words as the being cants hips to one side before placing a hand upon hip. “Oh hell, I could go for a good fucking sacrifice right about now. A fucking sacrifice.” their laughter heightens a pitch at their own joke.

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Roman did not know what to make of this, his mind still reeling from the fact that some glowing goat creature was standing here, talking to him! It was something he never could have expected to see, but it was a thing he should’ve known could happen at some point in his life. What with there being such things as werewolves, it wasn’t difficult to imagine more things coming out of the woodwork. He sat up as best he could from his awful spot on the floor, and eyed this horned beast with both fear and a little bit of curiosity.

Then it spoke again, and his heart nearly leaped into his throat, but he tried to calm down. This thing clearly didn’t seem like it was going to kill him, not yet anyway, so he may have a chance to get out of this. That was his only hope for the moment, and his eyes widened slightly at the mentioning of what this creature was saying. “S-sex??? Sacrifice? Okay, wait! Hold up... I guess money was the wrong thing to bring up, alright. But... Are you joking?? What do you even want from me? Why are you here??” His mouth was feeling quite dry, and it was definitely from a bit of that fear, but also something that he didn’t want to acknowledge; A very deep thirst.