[ They spare him a glance when he comes over and wraps his arm around their waist, before turning back to the cityscape below them, glittering and colorful and bright. It's busy and lively, and starkly different from both the world they came from and the world they met him in, almost to a jarring extent. Looking at it, it's basically the opposite of everything they've ever come to know. ]
It's... sort of like a dream. [ In that it doesn't feel real, or remotely possible. They guess that technically, it isn't real, and it isn't possible, so maybe it really is closer to a dream than anything else. ] You really come from a place like this?
[ Probably not exactly like this, but the concept is there all the same: a busy and vibrant metropolis that he made a name for himself in. ]
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It's... sort of like a dream. [ In that it doesn't feel real, or remotely possible. They guess that technically, it isn't real, and it isn't possible, so maybe it really is closer to a dream than anything else. ] You really come from a place like this?
[ Probably not exactly like this, but the concept is there all the same: a busy and vibrant metropolis that he made a name for himself in. ]