Beh. There's no point worrying over it. Thinking too much makes me lose my appetite.

RAVEN. Talk. You. Me. Now.

AND. That nosy birdbrain who was inquiring about my manservant--that's mine, and I won't have you messin' with him.

Speaking of which, Oz, I need to talk to you, too.

( Private//Unhackable )

...People eat there, you sick fucks.

[Private to Oz/Unhackable]

Oi, cut the hide-and-seek, where are you? I need to get the fuck out of this house before I have to hear them rutting.

( Private//As unhackable as she can make it. Thus, pretty easy to hack )

...Tch, this is bothersome.

Oi. Raven or whatever the hell it is. You an' I. Talk.

And Oz. When was the last time you slept? Think carefully on this.

Don't sleep on top of people, y'damn brat.

( Private;Hackable )