[center][h2][color=purple]• Grayson •[/color][/h2][/center]
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Interacting with [@Wick] & [@Spinosaurus] 
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Harley's sudden entrance into Grayson's room wasn't even noticed by the disoriented man. She made a few comments, however they sounded muted and distant, almost as if he was hearing them through a layer of water. She joined him on the floor as he slowly regained his bearings.

[color=00aeef]"Gray, what's wrong?"[/color] Harley placed her hand on his forehead and furrowed her eyebrows in concern. [color=00aeef]"How did you end up on the floor? What happened, how did you end up on the floor?"[/color]

He shook his head, unable to form a complete thought. She made a comment about him owing her something after he saw her naked, a memory he didn't dwell on but wasn't all that unhappy about, however his words refused to formulate into cohesive sounds. He wanted to make some witty retort about how he was in his underwear already and he wasn't sure what more she wanted, however his throat closed up. 

Before he could form a response, a new figure burst into the room, a man he recognized but couldn't name. He babbled on shortly in words that were too fast for Grayson's overtaxed brain to understand and then closed his eyes, freezing for a moment before disappearing entirely.

Grayson managed to release a confused groan before Harley stood up, looking rather concerned. She made a few vague comments he didn't understand before disappearing, making her way down the hall and out of sight.

The reality of the situation was far too distant for Grayson to fully cope with, so he took a moment to rest before dragging himself to his feet. He glanced around his room, looking for the invisible man. He was wary of moving around too much for fear of knocking into him. He was unaware that he was merely tiny. 

The underdressed man's innards twisted over themselves, however before any vomiting could occur, a wave of confusion and fear washed over him. For a brief moment, he felt part a hive mind entwined within his. A focal point of panic and uncertainty was at the core, emanating dark emotions and pain. The unglorious symphony of minds lasted for but a moment, vanishing as suddenly as it arrived.

Grayson's legs gave way as he sank to the floor, leaning on the wall for support. His breathing was rapid and shallow. He looked over at the rest of the room and addressed it as a whole.

[color=purple]"Okay,"[/color] He coughed, feeling ridiculous for talking to supposedly empty room. [color=purple]"I don't know if you're real or not, but on the off chance you aren't a figment of my imagination, follow me."[/color] He brought himself into a shakey stand and grabbed his pants, throwing them and a hoodie on before making his way out of the door.

He wanted to find whatever it was that had invaded his mind.

Assuming it was real, that is.