"An-another dream! Yes, that's what it is! Certainly I'm not awake! Yohohoho!" Brook rambled out quickly before finishing with a nervous laugh. As he tried to convince himself with words, his gaze remained fixated on his hands, fingers clenching back and forth for what must have been the hundredth time. No matter how many times he did it, they were still the same - honest to goodness fingers with skin covering the bone. He could see the calluses he'd earned from playing his instruments, and there was even some dirt under his fingernails for effect!
Never mind that the place he'd awoken in hadn't been the cabin of a ship, or that his clothes were different, or that his Nakama on the Straw Hat Pirate Crew were missing or that he couldn't see hide nor hair of the Rumbar Pirates or... well or anything some other person would have noticed really! He shouldn't have been dreaming about being back in his human body in the first place! Things had been settled! He had a crew willing to take him back to Laboon so that he could fulfill his promise; his journey was going to be completed! So why this again, and why so... so... he honestly couldn't place it. This dream didn't feel at all like it should have, or would have, or could have. Everything about it felt far more real than any of his previous dreams had ever allowed.
But that was just too impossible!
His head jerked up, eyes (if they were really there at all) turning to look at a wall. "Yes, I'll just have to wake myself up!" he announced then took one long stride towards the wall. It just had to be a dream, so there was really only one safe way to wake himself up. Well, safe for someone who weighted only as much as a pile of dead bones.
"Forty-five degrees!" He fell forward face first towards the wall and expected that his lack of weight would allow him to lean against the wall in a perfect right triangle. The triangle was managed for all of a second before Brookâs face went sliding the length of the wall and then crashed into the floor. "I... tai!" he yelped, rolling over and grabbing at his wall-burned face. The skin, and it definitely still felt like it was skin, was warm and stung like no tomorrow! His nose particularly!
"T-t-t-t-t-that can't be!" his voice cracked with panic through his stuttered rush. It hurt. It hurt! It couldn't hurt! Hurting meant that... that this was... that he was...! "SOMEONE WAKE ME UP!" he shrieked, bolting to his feet and throwing his hands towards the ceiling. Either a dream or a nightmare or reality, he didn't care anymore! He just needed to know!
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Never mind that the place he'd awoken in hadn't been the cabin of a ship, or that his clothes were different, or that his Nakama on the Straw Hat Pirate Crew were missing or that he couldn't see hide nor hair of the Rumbar Pirates or... well or anything some other person would have noticed really! He shouldn't have been dreaming about being back in his human body in the first place! Things had been settled! He had a crew willing to take him back to Laboon so that he could fulfill his promise; his journey was going to be completed! So why this again, and why so... so... he honestly couldn't place it. This dream didn't feel at all like it should have, or would have, or could have. Everything about it felt far more real than any of his previous dreams had ever allowed.
But that was just too impossible!
His head jerked up, eyes (if they were really there at all) turning to look at a wall. "Yes, I'll just have to wake myself up!" he announced then took one long stride towards the wall. It just had to be a dream, so there was really only one safe way to wake himself up. Well, safe for someone who weighted only as much as a pile of dead bones.
"Forty-five degrees!" He fell forward face first towards the wall and expected that his lack of weight would allow him to lean against the wall in a perfect right triangle. The triangle was managed for all of a second before Brookâs face went sliding the length of the wall and then crashed into the floor. "I... tai!" he yelped, rolling over and grabbing at his wall-burned face. The skin, and it definitely still felt like it was skin, was warm and stung like no tomorrow! His nose particularly!
"T-t-t-t-t-that can't be!" his voice cracked with panic through his stuttered rush. It hurt. It hurt! It couldn't hurt! Hurting meant that... that this was... that he was...! "SOMEONE WAKE ME UP!" he shrieked, bolting to his feet and throwing his hands towards the ceiling. Either a dream or a nightmare or reality, he didn't care anymore! He just needed to know!