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It was a lovely day. The sun was shining and warm, and the breeze was light and only a little cool. It actually felt quite nice when balanced against the warmth of the sun. Grass was growing, trees had buds, birds were flying in and staking claim for nesting spots and trilling their songs. It was the perfect day to be outside, which was exactly what Vincent was doing. As soon as he got home from classes he'd raced upstairs, put away his bags, then made himself a snack in the kitchen. There were some cookies he and Giselle made last night, some grapes, and a packet of cheesy crackers. He loaded everything in a collapsible lunch box, settled the strap over his shoulder, then he was down the stairs and right back out the door. Giselle, at her work table with the door to the shop open in case a customer came in, just smiled and waved as he ran past her.

Vincent ran around quite a bit and had a nice little adventure, hiking through the little stretches of trees that separated the park from homes and businesses and running around through the park itself. Eventually he felt the need for a rest and had flopped down on a comfy patch of grass in the sunlight. He opened his bag and ate a couple grapes, nibbled on a small piece of cheese, and was able to reach for a cookie when he found himself dozing from a combination of all his running around and the soothing warmth of the sun. Before he knew it he was gently dozing, sprawled on his back with one hand still reaching towards his lunch box while the other was curled up near his face. Both legs were outstretched and from time to time the gentle breeze would ruffle his fur, keeping him at a very pleasant temperature indeed.

Vincent had been having an interesting dream. He was wandering around the world of Above, which he knew only through the descriptions of his adoptive mother. The world probably wasn't a very accurate depiction since it was largely based off his own imaginings, but it was still interesting regardless. He was just strolling through a garden full of the most fantastical kinds of flowers, which seemed to have a life of their own. They would reach out and poke as his legs as he went by, pulling at his fur in a very gentle manner.

Suddenly there was a tugging sensation. He looked down to see some of the plants had actually wrapped around his legs, and were pulling at his fur. They gave a particularly hard tug, making him topple down onto his back. Starting to feel just a bit panicked at the whole situation, Vincent quickly sat up....

....and saw a mass of bright pink, black, and a small riot of colors. He blinked wildly, his brain trying to catch up with reality; the bright colors were on level enough with his face that, for a second, he thought they might have been the flowers. After a couple seconds the black and colors resolved into black hair and colorful bangs. Not flowers. Good. A few more blinks, and the pink turned into skin and clothes. Finally he was able to comprehend another kid in front of him. Vincent frowned a little, rubbing his eyes and giving the base of his horns a scratch to rid himself of the last remnants of sleep.

"Uumm, hi," he said, not really knowing what one said to a kid who magically appeared next to you when you woke from a strange dream. Were they lost? "You....looking for someone?"

"Oh," was all Vincent could think to say. He didn't realize he'd been thrashing around or making any kind of noise. He didn't think he'd ever done anything like that before, but then again he wasn't typically prone to nightmares in the first place. He'd probably been very distracting to anyone trying to enjoy themselves on such a nice day. He did wonder why no one else thought to check on him, but maybe he'd only just started making noise or something. Well, it was nice of the stranger to make sure he was okay.

Vincent stretched his arms over his head, then gave his legs a good stretch as well, feeling a bit stiff from his nap. As he glanced over towards his lunch box he didn't see anything out of place. He also didn't see anyone else nearby except him and the other kid. Well, he supposed if he were a thief he'd scramble pretty fast if he'd been about to get caught.

"Thanks," he finally said, sure that this other kid had been nothing other but amazingly helpful towards a stranger. He nabbed the bag of cookies out of the bag, opened it, and selected one. "My name's Vincent. Would you like a cookie, as thanks for helping me? I don't mind sharing." He grabbed too many, actually; he certainly didn't need four whole cookies all to himself!