[But Andy chalked that mostly up to stress and the general noise of the party. Petunia's wailing wasn't really helping matters either - it was like nails on a chalkboard to his ears, and it was starting to make the beginning dull throbs of a headache blossom between his temples. It was extremely... annoying.
He lowered his hand from where it had ineffectively tried massaging the pain away, and he took another good look at his surroundings, mismatched eyes narrowed. Maybe if he focused enough, perhaps he would be able to tell if this was real or not? Illusions, no matter how well put together, could never stand up to close scrutiny, no matter how attenuated his powers were, so he shrugged off the stress clouding his mind to scrutinise the hell out of this possible hypno dream.
The lines remained firm, the details sharp, and the noises - sans Petunia's wails fading in and out - sounded as they should. From what he saw, the mundane and the weird, everything seemed real, to his mind and senses. Not a single hint of doubt or flaw leapt out at him, yet it only filled him with more uncertainty. If he pinpointed this as an illusion, he would have felt a lot more at ease with the entire thing, but like this... he really couldn't believe that this honestly was reality]
I really can't tell. [a quiet, worried mutter as he drooped, shoulders slumping just like Hyoubu's] Damn it. If it's not hypno, what else could it be?
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[But Andy chalked that mostly up to stress and the general noise of the party. Petunia's wailing wasn't really helping matters either - it was like nails on a chalkboard to his ears, and it was starting to make the beginning dull throbs of a headache blossom between his temples. It was extremely... annoying.
He lowered his hand from where it had ineffectively tried massaging the pain away, and he took another good look at his surroundings, mismatched eyes narrowed. Maybe if he focused enough, perhaps he would be able to tell if this was real or not? Illusions, no matter how well put together, could never stand up to close scrutiny, no matter how attenuated his powers were, so he shrugged off the stress clouding his mind to scrutinise the hell out of this possible hypno dream.
The lines remained firm, the details sharp, and the noises - sans Petunia's wails fading in and out - sounded as they should. From what he saw, the mundane and the weird, everything seemed real, to his mind and senses. Not a single hint of doubt or flaw leapt out at him, yet it only filled him with more uncertainty. If he pinpointed this as an illusion, he would have felt a lot more at ease with the entire thing, but like this... he really couldn't believe that this honestly was reality]
I really can't tell. [a quiet, worried mutter as he drooped, shoulders slumping just like Hyoubu's] Damn it. If it's not hypno, what else could it be?