12th Picture [Phone] Holy shit.

[bestpapaever]

[Phone]

[Upon drinking that blasted tea, Hughes is now quite affected by the horrible, terrible raven curse shit... It's kind of ironic, considering he doesn't even really like tea--he was just trying to be nice. So much for that now. If you could only see the unpleasantly scary smile that accompanies his mouth right now when he picks up the phone

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[rogue_crow]

[Zevran is so taken aback that the stunned part of 'stunned silence' is almost palpable.] Is that you, Hughes?

[best_papa_evar]

Ha, ha, ha, who the fuck else would it be? Just felt like preaching a little truth while the getting was good. I had to think looong and hard about how to word it so the idiots here would get it.

[rogue_crow]

You hardly sound like yourself. [And that is putting it super mildly.] Did something happen?

[best_papa_evar]

Psht, everyone's a critic. I've never gave two shits about the idiots in this town--including you. Is it really so hard to believe? That I came to such an obvious and fulfilling conclusion by myself? That I'm not a blind idiot trying to save something that's already dead? No one's gettin' out of this place--and daaaamn, does that feel great.

[Have a horrible, dark laugh.]

[rogue_crow]

I see. [Zevran's not actually buying this for a second - not the guy who lost a hand and then started throwing fire bombs at the town hall because his friends were hurt. Not one of the friendlier, more laid-back people in Mayfield he's met besides himself. He suspects the town did something to him, somehow; Zevran himself became a murderous drone after trying to shoot the Milkman, so it's certainly within the realm of possibility. But what to do about it?] May I ask who else has been criticizing you?

[best_papa_evar]

Haha, it's really none of your business! Who cares? They're just upset about the fact that they're five times stupider than the common mouse. Someone like me has no tolerance for a bunch of sob-story pantywaists.

[rogue_crow]

[Time to change tactics!] Ah, but do you not know my profession? Perhaps I could silence them for you, if I knew who they were and where to find them.

[best_papa_evar]

[He leans back, eyes shifting darkly, as if to say 'oh really'? A shame you can't see it--you'd probably feel even more stunned to silence.]

No one did anything to me, you mangy 'elf'. I've never been the nice guy everyone takes me for--I just use and abuse, you know. When I'm done with you, I'll toss you aside; it's as easy as that.

[rogue_crow]

[Zevran is momentarily taken aback - not by the insults or the outrageous claims, but by the fact that Hughes has apparently seen right through his intentions to find out who Hughes' other friends are and ask them what on earth might be going on. After a moment, he chuckles.] No fool, you.

[best_papa_evar]

[VEIN THROB. >:|]

Why are you wasting my time again?

[rogue_crow]

A better question might be, why are you allowing me to? [Yes, it's his friend Hughes - underneath that delicious candy coating of jackass - but Zevran is sure the man won't begrudge him for having a bit of sly fun with his more evil half. If Zev came from a word where the word 'trolling' meant anything, he'd latch onto it.]

[best_papa_evar]

[Ohohoho~]

[Just have a dark little chuckle.]

[...And a nice hanging up noise~♥]