[He moves away from Yukio's swinging range swiftly, careful not to get hit in the confusion. Not that he would have blamed him; nightmares left everyone a victim.
Night jumps down from the bed to shift back into his normal form, deciding maybe it'd be better to approach him with a more... human face. Dressed in a loose t-shirt and baggy pants, perfect for sleeping, he sits himself on the edge of Yukio's bed and waits for him to calm down. The flashes of blue and sharp smiles in the bubble don't escape his notice.]
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Night jumps down from the bed to shift back into his normal form, deciding maybe it'd be better to approach him with a more... human face. Dressed in a loose t-shirt and baggy pants, perfect for sleeping, he sits himself on the edge of Yukio's bed and waits for him to calm down. The flashes of blue and sharp smiles in the bubble don't escape his notice.]
It was just a dream. None of it was real.