[He makes a little mnn noise, vaguely disagreeing. Almost certainly he ought to sleep more, but this isn't that. He's stayed up longer, he knows the signs of sleep deprivation. No, this is more of a headache, it's-- it's like his thoughts are crowded, it's like his head is filling and--
It happens so swiftly he's left dizzy in its wake. One moment, he hears echoes of words; the next, six voices burst into his skull, chattering on and on, voices overlapping-- he can catch words, phrases, the voices varied, and he knows those voices, he does, but right now there's so many going on and on and on in his head--
It's too much. It's too much, and Polnareff jerks away from Bruno, his hands going over his ears in a futile gesture.]
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It happens so swiftly he's left dizzy in its wake. One moment, he hears echoes of words; the next, six voices burst into his skull, chattering on and on, voices overlapping-- he can catch words, phrases, the voices varied, and he knows those voices, he does, but right now there's so many going on and on and on in his head--
It's too much. It's too much, and Polnareff jerks away from Bruno, his hands going over his ears in a futile gesture.]
Fuck!