Sure— I don't see why not. I'll caution you that using them consecutively in short enough periods will spoil the data, but it's not as if the data is your priority.
[This isn't a closed study that requires absolute precision and accuracy, after all. It's fine to be less tidy for personal benefit.]
Like I said, though: we've no way of knowing the addictive properties of various magical strategies right now. If the bell works, for example, skip the pills. That's my official advice.
[ pal’s smart with the science stuff. he can log it in a sleep journal. anything to make it easier to gather the right answers and make the night terrors slip away in his dreams.
shōyō nods at his manager’s verdict. it’s one that he’ll follow down to the period. try the bell. even the pillow. kick the pills. repeat that, so he doesn’t forget. bell. pillow. no pills. his mouth moves wordlessly to form something, and words have yet to really come. shōyō inhales instead, presses his lips into a puffy line—
—leans over and hugs him, on his toes to reach a greater height, clapping pal’s back as he finds the right spots to handle and squeeze around the shoulders. ]
[--Oh, a hug, okay. Palamedes gives a surprised little pseudo-laugh, a puff of a sound, tucking the notebook under his arm to free his hands to pat Shoyo between the shoulders. There, there. It isn't as though he would have refused to help.]
So, that sounds good? You can keep me posted, if you like. I'm pretty good at data interpretation.
[ it deserves an extra pat along the back and about three seconds of lingering before shoyo pulls back with the beginnings of a smile that most closely resembles his sunshine. ]
Alright. [ oh, and: ] Sooo . . . Does this mean I don't have to hold my first liver?
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[ he’s have to think about it. pal has brought up a good point, though: keeping track. that’s something he could do. ]
Do you think I can use all three? Not, like— all at once. Maybe just switch them around and keep track of how they’re working.
[ it seems less likely to get stuck on one, that way. ]
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[This isn't a closed study that requires absolute precision and accuracy, after all. It's fine to be less tidy for personal benefit.]
Like I said, though: we've no way of knowing the addictive properties of various magical strategies right now. If the bell works, for example, skip the pills. That's my official advice.
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shōyō nods at his manager’s verdict. it’s one that he’ll follow down to the period. try the bell. even the pillow. kick the pills. repeat that, so he doesn’t forget. bell. pillow. no pills. his mouth moves wordlessly to form something, and words have yet to really come. shōyō inhales instead, presses his lips into a puffy line—
—leans over and hugs him, on his toes to reach a greater height, clapping pal’s back as he finds the right spots to handle and squeeze around the shoulders. ]
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So, that sounds good? You can keep me posted, if you like. I'm pretty good at data interpretation.
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Alright. [ oh, and: ] Sooo . . . Does this mean I don't have to hold my first liver?
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You never have to hold a liver. If you're ever curious, I'll tell you all about what necromancer school is like.
[It's gross. It's gross during 100% of the times that it isn't boring test-taking.]
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[ he’d say never, but it’s bad luck to use negatives! ]
—Thanks, for real.
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Sure. Anytime.