Yeah, I'm the one who's calling you. It's got everything to do with me. So you better answer my question. What the hell's up with the clock on his chest?
[He jerks away from the screen, threading his fingers through his hair in sharp frustration because great, he's snarling at young girls now, even if they're obnoxious young girls, and-]
What the hell is that supposed to mean? My face is blaring across the freakin' screen. You'd have to be blind to not see it. And see my name in the corner? It's in the corner. What part of me is a 'stranger'?
A-and for your information, he was the one who approached me first, okay?
... Wait, that's...
Oz?!
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[It's far sharper than is polite, but he's not particularly in the mood to be regretful.]
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[She's not particularly big on the politeness, because being tactless and blunt is definitely the way to go. :/b]
On his chest, the clock. What the hell is that clock supposed to mean?
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You're the one who's calling me-
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How do you even know Oz?
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What the hell? What does that have to do with anything?
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A-and for your information, he was the one who approached me first, okay?
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[DEEP BREATHS GILBERT]
Look, Oz is fine. It was just a dream.
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And are you sure about that? You- You're that 'Gil' he's always talking about, right? Look, it's just- your 'dream', it's-
Ugh... Do you know a guy called Break?
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