Xaviers!

Sean was in the common kitchen preparing coffee. He looked like he'd gotten far less sleep than a person needed. Probably because he'd been steadily getting less sleep the last few weeks and by his count he'd slept maybe five hours the last two or three days. Hannah was right of course the nightmares were getting worse and he just didn't want to admit it.

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Diego walked in, bright eyed and bushy tailed, wearing the comfy Mugen cosplay jinbei that Chisaki made him for Christmas.

"Morning Mister Wizard," he said cheerily.

"Morning," Sean said tiredly. "Why do you look like you're dressed for summer?"

"Because they look cool and half my body is covered in fur."

"Ah, right, quite," Sean said pouring a cup of coffee for himself. "Do you want some? Probably best if I dont drink another pot myself "

"Yeah, sure. Thanks," he answered as he rifled through the cereal cabinet.

"So how goes things in wizardville?"

"Oh, a bit dodgy," Sean said, "Just feeling a bit shattered is all, which is why I'm on my second pot today."

"Late night harvesting newt eyes?" he asked as he served himself a bowl of proper sugary breakfast junk.

"Newt eyes are really only impor-" Sean said before realizing what he was doing. "Just been having a hard time sleeping for a bit and it's starting to wear me out."

"Prophetic wizard dreams or just insomnia?"

"If the dreams are prophetic then the future is going to be quite grim," Sean said before drinking some of his coffee.

"Maybe dealing in otherworldly energies just leads to effed up Cthulu dreams then."

"Maybe," Sean shrugged. "Personally I was hoping that everyone has blood-soaked nightmares and that this was just a normal super powered right of passage."

"Well I do sometimes dream of going berserk on assorted evil creatures, but I wouldn't call them nightmares."

"Mine are more people dissolving, torture, blood rituals, and animated corpses," Sean said, "Somebody telling me to run."

"Shit dude, you really are having Cthulu dreams. For your sake, I sure hope you just need some counseling and don't grow tentacles."

"Given last time the therapist was convinced I was crazy for thinking i am a mage," Sean said pausing to drink more coffee. "I'd honestly prefer the tentacles."

"If you are crazy then at least you're in good company. We're all mad here."

"Small wonder there's not more therapists then," Sean smiled. "Probably a burgeoning field super-powered psychology."