He opened his mouth to argue but no words came out. After a good moment or two he heaved a sigh and nodded.

"Alright, Mokey." He unwound his tail from where it'd coiled around one of his ankles- sharp eyes will notice that when the poof brushed across the floor it left a few hairs behind -and he headed to the bedroom, where it would hopefully be quiet enough for him to sleep.

Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. He just couldn't relax, no matter what he tried. After an hour or so and, making sure Mokey was fine and in good hands with a couple of the others, he headed out to take a walk. Maybe a change of scenery would help him clear his head...