"I mean, I wasn't expecting a talking turtle, but it is what it is--" Lio pauses mid-grab to glare at his green companion, "My name is Lio Fotia, and you're in my dream." In what universe is a turtle-man more likely to exist than a Burnish?

Honestly, dream or no dream, the whole thing is getting old. A scowl, dropping the mediocre pizza back onto the tray. It's not as if eating imaginary food will fill his actual stomach.

"Listen, I didn't go to sleep to talk nonsense with annoying characters or play out a bizarre plotline, so how about you just turn into a bird and fly off or something, before I dream you into turtle soup."

After everything that's happened, Lio's exhausted and needs the rest. Except... that isn't right, is it? Everything hasn't happened. It's still happening. When did he find the time to lay down? Where? Lio can't remember falling asleep. What was he doing last? Fighting by Galo's side. No, saving Galo. No... Lio squeezes his eyes shut, greasy fingers clenching into fists at his side.

"Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP!" And that's when the small blonde bursts into flames.

Whoever's dream this is, it's about to get a hell of a lot hotter.