[You'd think in a dream where William's superpower is literally he can control things, he could at least keep his own face clear. But it gets a bit
cloudy is all. Let's not say he grows cold or categorically dark. It certainly can't be termed storming, but there's a distinct, uh, overcast quality to the previous delight that had been shining out of his eyeballs and smile. He only wavers for a split-second, and maybe almost misses a step, before carrying on.]
That's funny, [he says, which ruins it because his voice actually sounds like he means 'that is causing my blood toxicity to increase incrementally and I may throw up a little in my mouth.' His eyebrow twitches as soon as the words are out of his mouth-- he knows.]
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cloudy is all. Let's not say he grows cold or categorically dark. It certainly can't be termed storming, but there's a distinct, uh, overcast quality to the previous delight that had been shining out of his eyeballs and smile. He only wavers for a split-second, and maybe almost misses a step, before carrying on.]
That's funny, [he says, which ruins it because his voice actually sounds like he means 'that is causing my blood toxicity to increase incrementally and I may throw up a little in my mouth.' His eyebrow twitches as soon as the words are out of his mouth-- he knows.]