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"Vessel..." Sleep whispers in Vessel's mind, coiling around his body like a blanket of fog as he leans heavily against the bathroom counter. "Come on. Let's play." Images flicker in Vessel's mind's eye — ii's chest, covered in swirls of black ink and color, rippling above him. iii's long legs wrapped around Vessel's waist. iv's broad hands gripping his shoulders and his throat.
Vessel groans at the onslaught of memories — and he just can't help but laugh a little. Having access to the memories, to Vessel's dreams, is one thing... but to experience that? Them? To be the sole object of their desire — and all together, no less? Well. "That isn't going to go how you want it to, Sleep. But... fine. Let me make a call."
(Or: the one where Vessel lets Sleep possess him so He can get His world rocked by the numerals.)