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[farmerofwrath]

[Under normal conditions, Zen wouldn't bother resorting to the network for this kind of question, often preferring to investigate on his own. But growing impatience pushes him to do this, in a way he assumes will yield quick answers.

When the audio starts, there's a distinctive sound of a lighter, followed by an exhalation. Smokers, and those who have been around one for long enough to recognize this combination of sounds will easily be able to infer that he is, in fact, smoking.]

I guess this has been asked countless and countless of times, so what's one more time, right?

[A small pause as he takes another drag, breathing the smoke out more softly this time. Despite the sharp wording, his tone is somehow controlled.]

Anyone know of a way to stop whatever this moon's doing that's getting on my nerves?

[Because it's hard not to make the connection between the sanguine moon up in the sky and the maddening restlessness.]

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[stabbersinyerfambles]

[ He can't see Zen's face but Cehd'ra can practically hear it. Maybe Zen takes on serpent traits like he does? Only he's the sort that spits venom.

And maybe Sanguis is influencing him, too; making him more apt to poke at the other than try to soothe. ]

'Should try it! M'sure there's someone out there with enough patience.

[farmerofwrath]

[So this guy is the sort to be deceptively kind just so he can poke fun at others' weaknesses when they let their guard down?

But if he wants to make fun of Zen, two can play this game.]

Even I had enough patience to listen to your blabbering disguised as advice, so yeah, I'm certain there is.

[stabbersinyerfambles]

Ha! An' if you're listening still, may be work on thickening your skin, too.

[farmerofwrath]

Look who's talking. You sound like a brat throwing a tantrum over a failed attempt at "making friends". Guess you're the kind that can't live without the approval of others?

[stabbersinyerfambles]

[ Cehd'ra was doing a fine job at shrugging Zen's barbs off and sounding flippant, he's been told a lot meaner things after all. But that smarmy question at the end finally manages to hit too close to home.

There's a pause. ]

...I know Sanguis can get t'me, same as it does t'you. 'Wasn't trying to hurt you. 'Don't like doing it.

Guess I'll work on that approval thing too, here'n now.

[ Zen gets his quiet hang up, let him take his win. ]

[farmerofwrath]

[When their little game ends abruptly with him as the victor, he stares blankly at his device as though expecting to feel good about winning, but what he feels isn't satisfaction. But a sliver of guilt underneath the layers of anger and restlessness. The latter two which refuse to clear up even after lashing out at someone whose face or name he doesn't even know.

Seems he went a bit too far again.]

(ooc: I'mma have him awkwardly apologize via inbox (´∀｀*) cehd'ra 100% didn't deserve this)