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I would like to say something regarding this leaving of anonymous notes in class tomorrow. However, if the faculty feel it's best to leave it alone, I will.

Just something to the effect of no one at school has nothing to hide.

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That's the best part, I think.

*She plays a little with his hair. This is because she is an evil older sister at heart.*

I was thrown out of the coffee shop just for being me, today.

Oh?

Really. This is Dream sympathetic.

Yes. Because, well. Death, you know - and I was called 'it,' and pushed away from some of my own, we were just talking.

*Death knows. And she appreciates it. Which is why she isn't moving.*

I was also asked out, though. Not then.

Who pushed you out? he says in a tone of and what should I do to him?

The owner - she calls herself Jane Smith. I do not believe this to truly be a name, but I'm not objecting.

I'm surprised. You so rarely frighten people. I wonder what she saw in you.

Then, because he knows she wants him to ask, Who asked you out?

I don't know. I couldn't know, I was simply drinking a cup of coffee innocently.

*She's smiling again, a little.*

His name is Ash. One of mine, quite clearly - he's had a history with the Necronomicon.

*Somewhere, redtext is feared.*

I have never known you to single one of them out before. I hope you have a good time.

I have met many of mine. They seem to congregate here.

They both do. And Desire's, as well - oh, it was really an accident, truth be told. Just seemed to happen, rather.

All I ask is that he knows what he's getting.

Grudingly, I'm sure you'll have a good time.

I might. I may yet not. He has reasons to be afraid of me, I hate to say. I was negligent, and the poor fellow was exposed to seemingly spontaneous regeneration.

It was during the plague. I was busy.

*Death feels just a little guilty.*

But my first loyalty is to you, brother. And to the rest.

The family has always come first.

He sighs.

*Lightly, she strokes his hair. ~~Woobies~~*

Yes, always and forever - and I know, sometimes, that has truly pained you.

*Death remembers a Kilalla of the Glow, after all, from long before, when Delirium was Delight.*

Dream remembers too.

He'd rather not.

This is a strange experiment, this school.

He changes subect with ease and skill.

*She understands.

She's glad to.*

It is. I wonder quite how it is working so well. I had thought much would easily have gone wrong, by now.

Sarah has most of the issues well in hand, and Spider handles the rest. It is often a matter of enforcement, I think.

That is well enough, in a place like this. How did detention work out for you?

[and here Rue is sad that Jenna is not on AIM. Why, Rue wonders?]

It was well. I punished them. I think they learned their lesson. I don't expect to see any of them again.

[Jenna has too many threads to handle AIM as well.]

[because Rue is flailing about a certain voice. and will consult at some point in less public scenario.]

Good. I hope they're not all scarred for life, though. I get people asking me how to fix nightmares, a lot. And sometimes I don't know what to say.

I have fixed nightmares. Send them to me.

No, he's not the most reassuring presence. But he knows his stuff.

I mention you often. I will do my best.

I think you may just come off as, well, slightly intimdiating to some of the younger ones, Morpheus.

*Or maybe to everyone. But not to Death.*

Intimidating?

He looks down at his form, which has always seemed benign.

As benign as he gets, anyway.

Well, yes. You always seem to just be so big, Morpheus, because you are. Bigger than the room and than the world, even if you'd rather not be.

*This does not stop his older-but-smaller sister from kissing his cheek, though.*

It is the way of you.

I ambigger. The only thing larger than I is mortal imagination.

You are. And this may be yet why you seem frightening. As big as you are, you still fit, and you can be here wholly, or just partially, and you are in everyone. People are uneasy with such things.

I can't change what I am.

Frowning.

And I would never want you to. You are my favourite sibling, after all.

Thank you, sister.

Mr. Warmth he's not, but he does tighten his arm around her a moment.

*No, Clingy and Fluffy is Death's job. But she understands the gesture, and reciprocates it.*

You're always welcome, Morpheus.

*It's possible that she could fall asleep like this. Familial comfort, it makes her feel almost human.*

Dream wouldn't know what to do if she did. He'd probably sit there until she woke up.

So he changes the subject again.

I need to find a way to keep the first class the day awake.

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