Nightmares wasn't uncommon. But it did depend on the line of work - just in school, maybe something with an upcoming test. In retail? Well THOSE customers.

But in the mafia? It's a whole different thing. The things you witness. The smells, the screams - the deaths. It tended to be a heavy burden.

And Chuuya, the man practically self-proclaims to have no nightmares. He's been living in one since day one. Or so he says.

Even despite that. He wasn't one to put someone down for having something as stupid as nightmares. Even if it was childish. When he was apart of the Sheeps, they had a lot of people who came to him for that.

And now? In the Port Mafia? No difference. He always had his door open for anyone during nights. He was practically the big brother figure for everyone!

Tonight wasn't no difference either. He had trouble falling asleep as usual his head just didn't stay put and his attention turned to his door. "C'mon, no need to knock." He called over. Already adjusting in his bed to make room.

Patting the free side of the bed. "Make yourself at home." He grumbled, leaning back against the pillows. With a spare moment he moved to flick the bedside light on.

"You want to talk about it, or just sleep? I can't sleep myself. I don't mind company." Chuuya added.