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[trademark_skull]

[It was the middle of the night, or middle of the morning, whichever you want to call it. For most here, the art of sleep may have been... sort of an odd ritual than normal, with the constant reoccurring dreams. Emizel had been good about it not bothering him that much for quite some time. Many demons had a habit for staying awake for days on end and then sleeping all that time off later. Which may have been part of the case here, only now, this time the dreams were really starting to get to him.]

[Getting to sleep wasn't the hard part, it was trying to stay there. Rolling to a different side, curling up, straightening out, lie on his back, neither of those things were making anything different. Still the same dream, still the same memory. Being abandoned was bad enough just the first time, of course he didn't want to be reminded of it another twenty times more.]

[The next time Emizel woke up he got so fed up that he chucked the pillow across the room, disrupting the Spirits. From there he sat up and brought his knees to his chest.]

... I'm not allowed to forget, am I? [Buries face.]

[... Alright alright. Maybe there was something that could distract him from this. A minute or so later he looked up to the nightstand and grabbed the device, and clicked it open. There had to be something else going on..]


((If I know whenever or not Emizel is freelancing hotels again, or if he's staying with the Tea Shop gang or Days Trio by now, this post may double as an action one too))

Comments

[unrecovered]

[Misery loves company, right? Look who else is awake.]

Can't sleep?

[trademark_skull]

[Goood dammit it's you, ugh]

'course I can. [He just likes staying up this late, obviously]

[unrecovered]

That's the smallest slumber party ever. Of all time.

[trademark_skull]

Maybe if it was actually a party.

[unrecovered]

[He snorts.] You bring the soda, I'll bring cake, and we can braid our hair and talk about boys. [The sarcasm is palpable. From offscreen, Fang squeaks - he seems pretty excited about cake, at least.]

[trademark_skull]

[... seriously?]

Thanks, but no thanks. [As if he would invite you to a party anyway]

[unrecovered]

[Wow. Wow.] You're really bad at sarcasm, aren't you.

[seasaltkeys]

[There's not a whole lot going on with Roxas. If this thing had games, he might be fiddling around with them, but that would probably just lead to the communicator being broken. Technology and Roxas weren't exactly the best of friends.

He's surprised to see Emizel on.]

Dream's keeping you up as well?

[trademark_skull]

[Well.. If that's the first thing to be brought up, that might not be a good sign.]

.... So it's worse now. [That may be an indirect yes.]

[seasaltkeys]

I dunno about worse, but that's what keeping me up.

[trademark_skull]

It hadn't bothered me that much before.

[seasaltkeys]

Did something make it that bad?

[trademark_skull]

Well we still haven't found that new keyhole yet.

Maybe that's why.

[letteropener]

[Funny thing, but when you've been raising the sun for over a thousand years, responsible for the day-night cycle itself for a literal millennium and then some... having both that responsibility and the day-night cycle itself taken away can be profoundly disrupting.]

[And the dreams don't help at all, even when your sister is an accomplished dream walker.]

[Thus, Celestia is awake, and toying with her own communicator in idle curiosity. When the image of the other person appears, she smiles and politely inclines her head.]

[trademark_skull]

[Oh, another horse.]

[.... Oh great now Emizel doesn't even know what to say.]

[letteropener]

Troubled by dreams, as the rest of us continue to be?

[If 'politeness' is up for consideration, a response might go over well?]

[trademark_skull]

[It works]

... S-sort of. [Although he doesn't really want to say it.]

[letteropener]

You might wish to consult with my sister. Her powers are limited here, but she may be able to offer you some aid if you require it. Nopony is more skilled in dreamwalking than she.

[Celestia takes such pride in her sister; it radiates through her voice and her smile.]

[trademark_skull]

-I don't need any help! [Sort of rushed and kind of missing the point...]

... Wait.. 'sister'?

[Oh, ohhh, remembers now!]

So you're that one she talked about? [ Because your name was their version of heaven, and that was pretty damn weird..]

[shadearchivist]

You can come over if you like; I doubt I'm likely to be sleeping any time soon.

[trademark_skull]

[Oh hi Ienzo, didn't expect to see you on. Also not sure what to do about that offer. Can't even think of how to reply to it.]

You mean... right now?

[shadearchivist]

[Ienzo nods.]

The dreams are usually restful for me, but tonight seems to be an exception.

[trademark_skull]

[Debates] I guess it would be better than sitting around here..

[shadearchivist]

It's up to you, of course.

[trademark_skull]

It is a little out of the way... [Still thinking.]