>>6050020>After all, this is a dream.No, you can't punch feelings
in reality!
Well, maybe you can't punch feelings in a dream, maybe you have to settle for twisting the ankle of their imaginary avatars. Rin doesn't know. She's going to find out.
The Rin inside the dream closes her eyes shut. Creativity won't ever be her forte; but no one will find her memory lacking. From there it's that Rin rips it off: an outstretched arm bulging with veins and steely musculature, tipped with a bulbous knuckleduster fist, from the nebulous black-maroon aether of her imagination.
Dumbbell: ...wow, Rin. That's as big as a plane.
Taking not one but two deep breaths from the imaginary air all around her, drinking from the clouds through her nostrils, Rin envisions the disembodied limb lancing through the air and into one of the windows of Dumbbell's humble dream house, propelled with no less than the anxious energy of a runaway bullet train stuffed to the gills with crack-rock cocaine and office workers 20 minutes late to their shifts.
She imagines the displacement of air.
She imagines the shattering glass
the reverberation and the sound of meat meeting solid.
Then, just because, Rin pictures the look on Dumbbell's face as the gaylord surveys the carnage. In her mind, she looks retarded enough to please Da' Vinci.
...
Like a shy girl watching the boy she writes about in her fanfics pass her by, Rin peeks from the corner of her eye, from under all that dense mass of black hair
and it's beautiful.
The carnage is beautiful.
Dumbbell's face as she bears witness to the crater that is her shack, Rin notices, is just like she pictured. However, the Coordinator goes back to her original mindless smiling almost too fast, just like the house that is rebuilding itself in mere seconds.
...Well, of course.
Dumbbell: You are pretty smart, Rin-chan! You figured it out. But; would you mind keeping this a secret between us?
Rin looks at Dumbbell directly.
Dumbbell: You see... if the others figure out that they can do anything in these dreams I won't be able to keep their attention for too long. So, let's let this be our little secret.
Same vapid smile; no one can be happy for so long. But then it's gone. Oh.
Dumbbell: Rin; what's wrong?
Rin doesn't answer. She's considering what to imagine next.
Dumbbell: I wouldn't be such a pest, but Magical Girls can't afford to leave their worries unchecked.
What a pain in the ass- but at least messing around in a dream is awesome! Dumbbell is right, no one would give a fuck about her attempts at therapy if they knew there's no need to dream here.
>Freedom! 