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[foreseeing_one]

Characters: Futomimi and you!
Setting: Room 1-18 to begin with, moving to floor 10 afterwards
Format: Either
Summary: Futomimi discovers sleep paralysis and fishes. Not together.
Warnings: None so far.

Sleep paralysis would not be so bad without the impression of something terrible looming over him. After ten extremely long minutes, Futomimi can finally sit up in his unknown bed, looking around the room with wide eyes, his heart thumping and his hair askew.

After having found his usual clothes in the trunk at the foot of his bed and changed, Futomimi set off to explore this strange new world whose rules allowed him, a Manikin, to live. On his way down the Tower, the sight and sound of water caught his attention, and he entered Floor 10. There was indeed water there, but it was suspended by some kind of magic and full of living creatures swimming peacefully. Futomimi was so fascinated by the sight he forgot to look where he was going.

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Floor 10

[victory_howl]

Ammy wasn't looking where she was going, either, which was why she was dashing straight at Futomimi. If his reaction speed was fast enough, he could dodge; if he was surefooted enough, he might regain his balance. Otherwise he was just going to get a face full of white wolf fur and the rest of the wolf to go with it.

[foreseeing_one]

Futomimi was in no way fast enough, or paying attention enough, to avoid the collision, but he did manage to remain on his feet. He turned to the creature he had collided with, expecting a fight.

[victory_howl]

Ammy rolled to a stop several yards away from Futomimi, landing on all four paws and shaking her head to clear the dizziness. She looked over her shoulder to see who she'd hit and... okay, not helpful. She knew next to no one in the tower, and she'd never seen this guy before.

She paused for a moment as she watched him; usually this was the point at which someone scolded her for being incautious and (occasionally) tried to wallop her besides. In which case it was advantageous to be prepared to run!

[foreseeing_one]

Futomimi did neither of those things. Instead, he asked, "What kind of demon are you?" He could feel this dog was no ordinary dog, but it did not look like an inugami either.

[victory_howl]

Ammy looked slightly affronted. A demon? She wasn't a demon. She was clearly a wolf.

[foreseeing_one]

At the look the creature gave him, Futomimi raised a hand to his forehead, touching the bridge of his nose with a knuckle as he focused.

"My apologies. You are a wolf, not a demon."