[Hibari shrugs at the question, because really, how do you even answer that? He considers protesting, but Psii is already fetching comforters and sheets, and he has the feeling that there's no swaying the troll from the idea of trying to put Hibari to sleep. Which he doesn't expect to go particularly well, but if nothing else curling up in a pile of blankets is far from the worst thing he could go through.
But, the bowl of neon green liquid gets his attention, a tilt of his head as he looks at him quizzically as Psii sets it in his lap. There's a dry quirk of his mouth, because he might not be a Troll, but he knows the feeling.]
Well, I'm listening anyway. [He's had Yamamoto try to accomplish something similar with his Rain Flames, but it never worked. It might force him to sleep, but it didn't stop the nightmares. It actually seemed to make them worse, most of the time. So he wasn't particularly hopeful, but he was curious if nothing else.
The fact that he didn't sleep was only sixty-percent because he pushed himself too far.]
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But, the bowl of neon green liquid gets his attention, a tilt of his head as he looks at him quizzically as Psii sets it in his lap. There's a dry quirk of his mouth, because he might not be a Troll, but he knows the feeling.]
Well, I'm listening anyway. [He's had Yamamoto try to accomplish something similar with his Rain Flames, but it never worked. It might force him to sleep, but it didn't stop the nightmares. It actually seemed to make them worse, most of the time. So he wasn't particularly hopeful, but he was curious if nothing else.
The fact that he didn't sleep was only sixty-percent because he pushed himself too far.]