[Saying that Sunny is still struggling to figure out any of that is real would be an understatement. It's weird he doesn't look like his usual dream vessel, of course, and this isn't any of the areas he usually visited but... considering he managed to accept the truth of what he did and almost got to confess it to his friends? He wasn't surprised his lucid dreams would look so different.
He's still walking around in his hospital gown even after leaving the train, when he gets to his apartment he feels... almost alienated by what things look like. Is he really supposed to just... live there? He still has to watch all the guides, he may have zoned out while getting some explanations and he's a bit... lost? No, okay, he's completely lost.
Perhaps he'll find some quest later, find relevant npcs, he's just not sure why he can't see his own stat screen when in his dreams he always had access to it. He only stops in front of the bathroom mirror while exploring the place, bringing one hand to his still bandaged eye and letting out a small, small hum. It doesn't hurt, not for now, but is it because he still has in his system enough painkillers? Or maybe it's because with it being a dream pain doesn't translate well over.]
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[He jumps when he hears the slam and that single word being yelled out. First, rude. Second... maybe that's... the hint he should look for a quest? The teen leaves the bathroom, stepping in the living room and reaching the wall- that's where it was coming from, huh?
He hesitantly raises one hand, knocking back. Infinitely more gently.]
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He's still walking around in his hospital gown even after leaving the train, when he gets to his apartment he feels... almost alienated by what things look like. Is he really supposed to just... live there? He still has to watch all the guides, he may have zoned out while getting some explanations and he's a bit... lost? No, okay, he's completely lost.
Perhaps he'll find some quest later, find relevant npcs, he's just not sure why he can't see his own stat screen when in his dreams he always had access to it. He only stops in front of the bathroom mirror while exploring the place, bringing one hand to his still bandaged eye and letting out a small, small hum. It doesn't hurt, not for now, but is it because he still has in his system enough painkillers? Or maybe it's because with it being a dream pain doesn't translate well over.]
...!
[He jumps when he hears the slam and that single word being yelled out. First, rude. Second... maybe that's... the hint he should look for a quest? The teen leaves the bathroom, stepping in the living room and reaching the wall- that's where it was coming from, huh?
He hesitantly raises one hand, knocking back. Infinitely more gently.]