[He nodded while he listened, attention divided between the sheepdog and Kavinsky to make sure the former didn't make a break for it. He could manage shears just fine, that wouldn't be the hard part. The hard part would be...what, smuggling the dog on board in someone's hoodie?]
I can handle dreaming shears.
[He had a sleep mask with him, though it felt like some kind of betrayal to use it instead of the green pills he'd used before that. It hadn't felt like betrayal before he'd been standing here with Kavinsky, but-
There was a lot that could go wrong with this idea, but odds like that had never stopped him before. He glanced around, making sure there was no one around out of habit, before reaching into his pocket for the mask.
Maybe he could dream something to throw over the animal too when they were smuggling it in, something to make it not-really-invisible-but-kind-of.]
You'll keep watch?
[He didn't say it in so many words, but he was trusting Kavinsky with this. He could count on one hand the number of people he trusted with dreamer things like this, and K was now one of them.]
no subject
I can handle dreaming shears.
[He had a sleep mask with him, though it felt like some kind of betrayal to use it instead of the green pills he'd used before that. It hadn't felt like betrayal before he'd been standing here with Kavinsky, but-
There was a lot that could go wrong with this idea, but odds like that had never stopped him before. He glanced around, making sure there was no one around out of habit, before reaching into his pocket for the mask.
Maybe he could dream something to throw over the animal too when they were smuggling it in, something to make it not-really-invisible-but-kind-of.]
You'll keep watch?
[He didn't say it in so many words, but he was trusting Kavinsky with this. He could count on one hand the number of people he trusted with dreamer things like this, and K was now one of them.]