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[lalliho]

[He's closed himself off. He thought it might help -- slow your surroundings to a standstill, and maybe everything going on inside would learn to slow as well. When he got control over himself, he could control this stupid magic of his that was given to him. He thought he'd be happy, getting back the gifts he was born into, but even with them, the storm inside had been roaring enough to keep him up night after night.

Which meant he'd been even more cut off than he'd intended.]

I can't sleep. I need to. Tell me...what to do.

[Simple as that. Just help him rest, please...]

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[tropism]

Yes. And you must be Punching Bag.

[ yes.

giorno slips his hands into his pockets, smiling. ]

In all seriousness, however - the name is Giorno.

[lalliho]

[...Huh, he doesn't like the sound of that nickname. Weird.]

...Giorno, [he repeats, then sighs and shuffles over to be a normal distance from him.] I'm Lalli. Do you know what we're looking for?

[tropism]

[ don't give nicknames you'll regret then! ]

I have a general idea. Let's take a walk, Lalli.

Not to disparage you or anything but it's good that we didn't resort to fighting as soon as we've met - this is a lot more preferable, and anyway, less effort involved as opposed to causing a scene right outside the library.

Any other changes to yourself, other than not being able to sleep?