@erfinderin
Despite his efforts to see if he was, perhaps, in the midst of a ‘Dream Big’ session and imagining all of this under the effects of his own epithet, sadly - any efforts to whap himself awake using one of the thick psychology books in the package he’d found next had only resulted in Sleep Dust floating from his hair as it was want to do on him ruffling it or bumping around at all. That scary coldness and lack of ‘self’ feeling deep down at his core persisted.
It was no nightmare. Fantastic. No, really, absolutely GREAT. Stomping with irritated steps, his mood had not improved any due to the onslaught of problems at once. How was he supposed to be expected to be happy about something like this?! He knew he should find the ‘location’ this epithet stealing droll city was saying on the card he’d found, for it was likely the only place he’d get to stay: but how was his brilliant mind supposed to WANT to know anything about such a rude place as this?
Ugh, he needed some herbal tea to collect his thoughts and organise a more mature inspection of things, but a tall stranger he did not know (curse his short stature) was standing around in the way. “Excuse me, I need to get my bearings of this accursed nightmare city, move aside!” He still wasn’t in the best of moods, so his tone was sharp despite a vain attempt to regain SOME maturity and ‘polite speaking’ on his part. It was too much for him to expect he’d be able to just walk this kind of frustration off, not that he himself would admit it.
