He can't help but let out a laugh at that. "Very well, you make a convincing argument. But if this ruins me in any way, it's all on you, just saying that now."
He finally raises up the cup to his lips, curious as to what it'll taste like. Nothing, perhaps? He's not an expert on dream tea, to be sure.
And then the sip. It's...it's actually not bad. As he thinks about the taste (bitter, but nice, quite nice), suddenly it feels like the world is turning black and his head feels like it's throbbing. A scene comes to his eyes:
There's a young boy looking up at him shyly. They're standing in what looks to be a forest, blue and green and filled with strange plants the typewriter doesn't recognize.
The typewriter feels himself talking, words he doesn't remember coming out of his mouth without any conscious control. "Your dad sent me. He wants to get something for you, but he didn't know what you wanted."
"Well...there's one thing, but it's really hard to get. It's a magazine called Unknown Realms. Shops don't have it because it doesn't sell." The boy says, casting his gaze down at the ground.
"Heh heh, that's all you want? You're in luck. I happen to write for that magazine. If you want, you could just call our editorial department for a copy."
The boy looks up, overjoyed. "Really? You write for them? I thought Unknown Realms was going out of print! Hey...could I go and see the UR office sometime?"
"Yes," the typewriter replies, a smile on his face. "Why not."
When he blinks, he finds himself back in the meadow, and it's awfully disconcerting, like he's teleported physically from one place to another. The cup clatters loudly as he tries to put it down in its saucer.
"I-I'm sorry." He frowns. A writer? For a magazine? What...what did it all mean? "I didn't hear what you said. Could you repeat it again for me?"
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He finally raises up the cup to his lips, curious as to what it'll taste like. Nothing, perhaps? He's not an expert on dream tea, to be sure.
And then the sip. It's...it's actually not bad. As he thinks about the taste (bitter, but nice, quite nice), suddenly it feels like the world is turning black and his head feels like it's throbbing. A scene comes to his eyes:
There's a young boy looking up at him shyly. They're standing in what looks to be a forest, blue and green and filled with strange plants the typewriter doesn't recognize.
The typewriter feels himself talking, words he doesn't remember coming out of his mouth without any conscious control. "Your dad sent me. He wants to get something for you, but he didn't know what you wanted."
"Well...there's one thing, but it's really hard to get. It's a magazine called Unknown Realms. Shops don't have it because it doesn't sell." The boy says, casting his gaze down at the ground.
"Heh heh, that's all you want? You're in luck. I happen to write for that magazine. If you want, you could just call our editorial department for a copy."
The boy looks up, overjoyed. "Really? You write for them? I thought Unknown Realms was going out of print! Hey...could I go and see the UR office sometime?"
"Yes," the typewriter replies, a smile on his face. "Why not."
When he blinks, he finds himself back in the meadow, and it's awfully disconcerting, like he's teleported physically from one place to another. The cup clatters loudly as he tries to put it down in its saucer.
"I-I'm sorry." He frowns. A writer? For a magazine? What...what did it all mean? "I didn't hear what you said. Could you repeat it again for me?"