QuillDrift
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"We could run," Dream suggests, his shoulders squared as he stares off into the night sky. "Why not?" He turns, his smiley face mask hanging off the side of his face. "You're not happy here, I'm not happy here. What's there to lose?"
Techno lets the silence hang in the air between them, going over all the possibilities in his head. "Everythin'," Techno settles on. "There's everythin' to lose," he pauses, taking in a shuddery gasp of air. "Let's do it."
"Yeah?" Dream looks at him, slipping his mask off.
"Yeah," Techno confirms with a tired smile. "Let's run."