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Noise.

It starts as just irritation. A metaphorical crawling under your skin. Things are too noisy, too bright, there is too much happening all the time and you can't take it all in-

Then silence it, make it yours, make it you, take control and destroy what will not submit

It sounds so inviting, a freedom from the noise, but its wrong, its wrong, its wrong and the noise is getting louder, mechanical and foreboding as it sees you, it knows you are there, and it wants to make you apart of it.

Anatawa hitorijanai

For a moment, there is quiet.

You breathe.

And fall through water.

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Sadly any pocket dimension would get banned. It would be an immediate rule to not use for working.

Yeah, no, I've had to break into his lab enough times to make sure he eats. No thanks.

[He preens at that.] That's because pizza is the best food! It has a consistent base, but the toppings can be altered to suit anyone's tastes and never get boring!

Like I said - you brothers are lucky.

I'm guessing your dad introduced you to pizza the first time?

[He nods.] He got it for us when we were kids, after I got him a steady income from money that was rightfully his even if the government wasn't so keen to hand it over.

... governments and money, huh. Isn't it funny how often that's how it starts.

[this seems like a separate conversation she's just tacked into that goes back well before this one.]

I see.

Its almost like they take umbrage with an individual turning into a rat, but still wanting his royalty checks.

[He'll roll with it.]

Ridiculous, really.

I do want pizza though. I wonder if there's a way to figure out the energy source the oven uses to mimic it for wider use.

[A screen pops up mid air, sketches starting of the oven.] I really should scan it now that I have my goggles, maybe practice the mystic eyes thing.

There he goes.

[there he goes, indeed. this is familiar.]

Not going to lie, though, I'm curious if he can make it work.

Oh, totally, if he had the tools. According to dad, he made a microwave time travel once.

I'll figure out how to recreate that one day! No more mystic near death experiences for time magic!

[Oh, more screens popping up and he's moving about more freely, bouncing between a few ideas.]

Oh gods, time travel. My least favorite kind of magic bullshit.

But shouldn't we be trying to find you something to eat, Donnie? Even if it's just made up food for the soul?

[He waves a hand.]

That's made up food in the soul. I would just be eating myself. I'll eat when my body is awake for food. And this! This I can work on while asleep! Oh, I wonder if I ionize the radiation just so...

This is normal. Well, normal for Donnie. Shove a fruit in his hand and he'll munch it.

... suppose I should leave him to it, then, yeah? He doesn't need me snooping over his shoulder, so long as he's going to be fine, otherwise.

[she pauses.]

... you know, Leon, I'm gonna be real let down if the real you doesn't live up to the you that he believes in this much, in here.

[He mouths 'Leon' with a brief look of confusion and then shrugs.] Puh-lease.

The me out there is much better.

He's fine though, yeah.

Then I'll leave you to handle things from here. I trust you.

[and she gives him a smile, and she's back out the door she came in from.]

[Leo just looks so happy to hear that and gives her a cheeky salute.]

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