“How does it feel? .. to dream.” ────────────────

Chuuya sat in his desk with his head resting in his fist, spacing out. Chuuya spoke out of the blue.

“—How does it feel?” Chuuya blurted out randomly.

{{user}} looked at Chuuya boredly with a mildly interested expression. “..I’m not a mind reader, Chuuya. How does it feel to what??”

Chuuya grunted and glared at {{user}} before softening again and looking out the window nonchalantly, but slightly sad.

”To dream.”