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You do not want to share dreams with a cyborg. First of all, they can actually dream, unlike androids, but if you thought normal human or chojin dreams could be nonsensical, deranged, or terrifying, then you will not have words left with which to describe those of part-machines. Kevin Mask, agent provocateur (towards his family) and agent of chaos (against himself) develops a new way for his father to become upset with him when he begins to accidentally share dreams with his boyfriend. It's up in the air which is more upsetting to him, the fact that he is forced to wander around inside Warsman’s brain, or the gigantic fear that the Russian might be able to likewise infiltrate his subconscious. It will be pointless to ask the Slavic Terminator about it, because, despite being ninety percent machine, he is not known for his honesty, and will simply answer with whatever is most amusing and or beneficial to himself.
“Aaah!!”
“Kevin Mask, what have I told you about smashing your skull on mine? I believe I said any assassination attempt made against me by you would inevitably result in failure.”
“I didn't do it on purpose, man! I was attempting to kiss you!”
“What have I told you about attempting to kiss me?”
“...'Be careful, Kevin, lest you perish.'”
“So you do recall the things I tell you. Thank God. I was beginning to wonder whether or not I was speaking English.”
“...”
After a great deal of eccentric whining from Kevin, and an even greater deal of crypto-trolling from Lord Flash, the duo end up asleep in the same bed. It's pretty damn gay, as Kid Muscle would say, he being apparently the only chojin who couldn't see the obvious when it sprinted past him in tight white spandex and leather. The men's temples touch as they doze, temples which both suffered extensive trauma during the same match. As it goes when people sleep, cognitive Kevin finds himself waiting at a Miami ice cream stand. He's always been waiting there. He has a whole life in Miami, with no conception of an alternative reality in which he stomps around London all day and all night. In his dream he doesn't hate his father and his father doesn't hate him, and therefore instead of being fixated on the hottest chojin alive, he's married to Taylor Swift. He's simply an innocent chojin waiting for a vanilla ice cream cone-
And then he's wandering around a dark forest. A dark forest with strangely textured, dark tree trunks growing so closely packed together that he cannot see any undergrowth between them, nothing but pools of deeper darkness. On and on Kevin walks, through an endless world of twisted stems even thicker than he is. It takes a long while before he stops and peers move closely at the trees. And when he does, he doesn't like what he sees, as the forest of trees turns into a forest of hair follicles. Hair follicles made of metal and plastic. Kevin begins screaming when a gigantic albino flea-like robot bursts out a stand of hair-trees and begins chasing him.
Meanwhile, Warsman stands at a Miami ice cream stand, his eyes a sinister red as he performs faster than light quantum calculations all bent on providing him with the mathematically perfect answer as to whether or not he should be naughty or nice during the upcoming interaction with the ice cream man, an ice cream man who happens to be Geronimo, for some reason.
Kevin wakes in a cold sweat, hoping out of bed and running for the loo, where he immediately begins checking his scalp for lice and circuit boards. He's too beautiful to have ever seriously considered suicide, but in the wee hours after sharing a dream with a cyborg, he comes the closest to it that he ever will.
Meanwhile, Lord Flash opens his eyes, and sits up, stiff and straight, waking up a percentile more likely to perpetrate an atrocity than he was the day before. However, that has nothing to do with the hideousness of being forced to wait in a dream queue. He solves Kevin's dilemma about whether or not he went mincing through his subconscious, but unfortunately the younger man cannot remember the dream he was rudely ejected from, making the following query very perplexing. Then again 'very perplexing' is just one of many traits he loves about his partner.
“Kevin, do I need to contrive some elaborate insult based reason to attack Geronimo?” asks Lord Flash, whilst his student-lover is still messing around with his hair.
“Huh?!”
“I could dig around in the distant past and unearth some unavenged slight, of which there are many. No one will care, I assure you. I can't remember the last time Geronimo was useful, and I remember everything, sadly.”
Being a man with a tragic history of abuse, Kevin imagines that his beloved psychopath’s rambling is about him somehow. He stares at the eerie being in the massive mirror in the en suite bathroom, lice and circuit boards partly forgotten. “Ah…that's okay, Flash. I don't absolutely detest and abhor the chap.”
The robo-chojin’s eyes flare even redder. “Coming from you, that's tantamount to a declaration of love.”
“Listen, mate, I don't love anyone except mummy and you. And maybe Mars, when he's not being too shit.”
“Hmm…” Lord Flash swings his eyes away from the mirror, whilst continuing to look as if he might just take a quick run around the world, claws out.