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thoughtformed2011-08-07 11:01 pm
nomeritsgained.livejournal.com) wrote in thoughtformed2011-08-07 11:01 pm
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Mommy needs a Babysitter
Who: All the people he would rather not have in his dreams
What: Kyouya's nightmares are surprisingly adorable.
When: All the always
This dream seems pretty normal. As far as dreams go. Whether you realize it is one or not, the entire experience just seems to feel so mind numbingly normal in the way that only dreams can. How could you question it? Nothing strange here. Not a thing. The setting is an odd and broken scene. A room split perfectly in two, not by a wall but rather by the sudden and abrupt change.
On the left side of the room, what appears to be a rather roomy bedroom. There are two comfortable, posh looking couches in front of a series of tall, open windows. They look very inviting. Behind them a stairway presumably leads to the room where his actual bed is located. The entire scene seems extravagant and welcoming, until you set foot on that floor. A feeling of overwhelming disapproval and dismissal will hit you like a backpack filled with quickly hardening cement. Enjoy your crushing worthlessness under the leering gaze of two shadowed young men and an imposing fatherly figure. Were those gleaming red eyes just then, watching you?
To the right, the wide expanse of the Third Music Room stretches out, a gorgeous vase precariously wobbling on a pedestal, stubbornly refusing to topple. Beyond it there are comfortable chairs and tables, set up for a typical Host Club day. A disheveled and cross looking version of the Host Club's 'Mom' is sitting on a couch, staring intently into the flickering screen of his laptop. He looks exhausted and irritable. You might want to leave him alone. But oh, what's this? Look at all the adorable babies. Toddler versions of the Host Club Members are playing around his feet, unplugging his laptop cord, and crawling all over the couch. Off to one side, an especially cute little blond boy is crying from his upside-down crib prison. A stack of heavy books resting on top of the crib to hold it in place. There is also a small golden puppy pawing at the bars, trying to cheer the poor guy up. Kyouya just seems to get increasingly pissed off with every moment. Man. What's his deal?
What: Kyouya's nightmares are surprisingly adorable.
When: All the always
This dream seems pretty normal. As far as dreams go. Whether you realize it is one or not, the entire experience just seems to feel so mind numbingly normal in the way that only dreams can. How could you question it? Nothing strange here. Not a thing. The setting is an odd and broken scene. A room split perfectly in two, not by a wall but rather by the sudden and abrupt change.
On the left side of the room, what appears to be a rather roomy bedroom. There are two comfortable, posh looking couches in front of a series of tall, open windows. They look very inviting. Behind them a stairway presumably leads to the room where his actual bed is located. The entire scene seems extravagant and welcoming, until you set foot on that floor. A feeling of overwhelming disapproval and dismissal will hit you like a backpack filled with quickly hardening cement. Enjoy your crushing worthlessness under the leering gaze of two shadowed young men and an imposing fatherly figure. Were those gleaming red eyes just then, watching you?
To the right, the wide expanse of the Third Music Room stretches out, a gorgeous vase precariously wobbling on a pedestal, stubbornly refusing to topple. Beyond it there are comfortable chairs and tables, set up for a typical Host Club day. A disheveled and cross looking version of the Host Club's 'Mom' is sitting on a couch, staring intently into the flickering screen of his laptop. He looks exhausted and irritable. You might want to leave him alone. But oh, what's this? Look at all the adorable babies. Toddler versions of the Host Club Members are playing around his feet, unplugging his laptop cord, and crawling all over the couch. Off to one side, an especially cute little blond boy is crying from his upside-down crib prison. A stack of heavy books resting on top of the crib to hold it in place. There is also a small golden puppy pawing at the bars, trying to cheer the poor guy up. Kyouya just seems to get increasingly pissed off with every moment. Man. What's his deal?
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"Okaa-san!" he shouts at the top of his little lungs. "Send Valjean-san to break me out!" He shakes his bars in tiny, impotent fury.
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"VALJEAN-SAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"