[There's a muffled click, and the comm starts broadcasting in the middle of a pained hiss.]
I think I'm laying on my--rrgh.
Dear Mar, you're heavy.
[There's a pause, the rustle and creak of someone rolling over, then Razer chuckles.]
Good morning?
[A low groan--from a very distinctly different voice--muffled. Most likely through a pillow.
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[This Ashelin with her head in her hands.]
Great.
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[For the most part he sounds tired, but Razer is also very, very smug. If Ashelin listens really closely she might be able to hear keymashy sounds from Phoenix in the background.]
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[And that is one ferocious hiss. Oh, Mar. Look what you've done, Razer. You bad boy, you.]
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[He is drinking this up.]
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Have some quiet snickering.]
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[That's a little louder than he'd usually speak. Could it be it was directed at Phoenix?
SNICKER.]
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Well that isn't very nice, is it?
And with sincerest apologies, I'm afraid I have to let you know that I don't believe he's listening.
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Gross.
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