(Ahem, I wanna have them properly interact other than “Hiii :33”)
A tall girl, with short hair, ram horns (along with a tail and ears), a skirt, and sweater on, approached his cell. She smiled at him, with a gentle manner. “Hi.”
-@schlatt-is-president
// Real and true. Hello :)
Dream sat against the wall, head dropped obediently as he seemed to be listening to someone. When he heard her voice his head shot to the corner first, his eyes going wide before he relaxed and looked back up at her.
His face was painted with a mocking smile. He was tired and in pain and yet.... yet he hardly seemed to be uncomfortable at all. His arms were hung awkwardly, his uniform stained black with his blood.
"Hello. How may I help you today?" His voice was almost the perfect mimic of politeness save for the undercurrent of mockery.
