[He pauses, then frowns, narrowing his eyes sharper at the text, knowing full well the other on the line can see his distasteful look. Really, Vani's first thoughts are try speaking with less damn eloquence, but that just shoots straight to something that unnerves him.
There's something he should be noticing, isn't there.]
Who is this? Or if you don't feel like sharing, I'm pissed that I have to ask for some sort of hint. [Regarding him a Monster, and all.]
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There's something he should be noticing, isn't there.]
Who is this? Or if you don't feel like sharing, I'm pissed that I have to ask for some sort of hint. [Regarding him a Monster, and all.]