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Still in Dream's house... but that's okay!

Tossing the new pet up and down, Dream catches Gumburst and lets it flick around the many sprouting strings of its body. Gumdrop sleeps on the top of the couch, snoozing silently and waiting for something to happen. Dream and Gumburst stare at each other for quite a while, as they’d just met only a few hours earlier. After taking Gumburst out of the box it had been trapped in, Dream and Jinnai had left it on the table to dream peacefully. Meanwhile, Dream shoved Jinnai into her bedroom, which is pretty bare of any real decoration, and to bed.
A while ago, Jinnai had been severely injured, so the Dream carried him to her house, since she didn’t know where her partner lived, and took care of the wounds the best way she could, without forcing a resisting ring into work. After bandaging god knows how many cuts, scratches, gashes, bruises and several other types of wounds, Dream had left him in her room to sleep off whatever pain he’d been feeling. She didn’t really have pain killers at her house, but she did have cold medicine, and gave that to him even though he didn’t have a cold.
Still, it’s been a little too long since the duo has gone out and butchered animated, and Dream is starting to get restless. She finds herself pacing the kitchen, thinking about strategies and ring setups… she’s thought about her changing several times as well. That feeling, she thinks to herself. That feeling of being torn apart bit by bit. Of my organs being torn at… She can’t help herself anymore, and no longer blames Jinnai for wandering out of the house to take care of the animated nearby.
Looking at her fingers as she holds Gumburst away from her, she feels an uneasy emotion without her rings on. Out of sentimentality, she gets into her backpack near the door and pulls out her eight rings, looking at them as they shine in the light. Wanting to put them on, but knowing she won’t be able to take them off until she gets to the Null Chamber again. That won’t be for a little while longer, so she decides against it.
Putting the rings away, she stands up and looks out the window behind the couch, seeing the open plains and, further on, the mountain out in Deadman’s Pass. Thinking about the first time she went and dealt with the things out in the area, she remembers the gate, Chloe, and a few others whose names she didn’t bother to memorize after leaving the crew. Nothing but the past now, I suppose. Sighing to herself, she looks at the bedroom door.
“Maybe I should try the Bandage ring again. It’s been long enough, hasn’t it?” Staring at the door, Dream thinks of Jinnai, and how banged up he was when he’d been dragged out of the Throne room.
“Stop that. You look horrible when you cry.” Thinking about those words, and her tears at his state, she feels her innards tearing at themselves again, and tears stream down her face, regardless of how hard she tries holding them back. Gumburst, who’d been sitting on her head the entire time, snuggles into Dream’s hair, apparently trying to comfort her.
“Thanks, Burst… I guess that’s what I get for letting him go in on his own. I really should’ve accepted that task and gone in with him.”
Wiping away her tears, Dream opens up the bedroom door and peers inside. Jinnai, fast asleep, lies in the bed that covers the left-half of the room. The room itself is empty; no decorations on the walls, only a dresser and bed-side table plus the bed for furniture. Closing the door again, she feels tears still running from her eyes. Crying a river, huh? Scoffing at herself, she wipes away her tears again, sniffling at her runny nose. Waiting for the tears to stop, Dream heads back into the kitchen and reads the note she’d gotten with the box Gumburst had arrived in.
“Burst and Ball… wonder what genders they are…?”
Shaking her head, Dream puts the card back down and sits at the table, still crying.