[25.00: Weapons gone]

[psychoticracer]

[A bump and rustle. Seems as though the comm got turned on accidentally.

The tap of fingers drumming restlessly, quick and uneven, as if the nervous energy gets away from him now and then. He starts to mutter, his Noble accent coming through thick]

Mardammit sonova goddamn bitch, let me have 'em while I can't fucking use 'em, swear to fucking

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[electronichound]

Hello, Erol.

[psychoticracer]

...........

What do you want.

[If someone knows him very, very well, they might think he sounds a little... uncertain of himself. But that's silly. Erol's never been unconfident in his life, and he certainly wouldn't show it if he was]

[electronichound]

And how are we feeling today?

[psychoticracer]

Define "we." I know how I am. Wouldn't know how you are. Or care.

Unless you happen to be in pain, discomfort or other brand of suffering, in which case I'm quite interested.

[electronichound]

Is your hearing alright, Erol? I have to admit, I'm not sure you realise just who it is you're speaking to.

[psychoticracer]

[There's a very, very long pause over the frequency. If Christine happens to pass by as he hears that message, she might notice Erol... flinch.]

S'fine.

One of th'few things that didn't get banged up.

[electronichound]

Mm, well, you did all of that to yourself, after all.

[psychoticracer]

[Snorts]

Beat the alternative.

[electronichound]

You make it sound as if was inhumane. We did go for a walk, didn't we?

[psychoticracer]

[Barely-controlled snarl; his voice is - unsteady.]

Don't FUCKING kid yourself, or insult ME. When I locked people up at least I didn't make fucking excuses about the conditions.

[electronichound]

Erol, who locked you up?

[psychoticracer]

[Voice is tight and quiet, a stark contrast]

Don't ask me questions that you know the bloody answer to, either.

[electronichound]

Who?

[psychoticracer]

Y -

......

[several long moments; his voice is hoarse with tension when he resumes]

You know.

[electronichound]

I don't think I do. Why don't you say who it was? Nice and loud, my ears aren't as sensitive as your elf ones.

[psychoticracer]

[a hiss]

Fuck off.