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[vampirique]

[ here, exsilium, have a french accent. he also sounds perturbed, but it's better than his awful text messaging capabilities so you're welcome. ]

I have been told to update my musical tastes. I was also told that music by the orchestral group–[ this seems like he's having difficulty with the pronunciation ]–Evanescence–was befitting what was assumed to be my taste.

I cannot find this music on the Internet.

Curiously there are no albums on the Internet that do not pre-date 1999. [ his voice gets smaller, like a mutter to the side. ] I have not yet run out of Depeche Mode albums, so this entire feat seems irrelevant. My music is satisfactory, however–

I require your recommendations, for the sake of curiosity. [ he mumbles something again, though it is in French and off-record. ]–but apparently it must be from the nineties.

[ EVERYTHING IS DUMB!! azrael just huffs and hangs up, then. ]

Comments

[vampirique]

Do you want to know why your behavior bothers me so terribly? I expect no grand amount of sympathy from you.

[ his voice is so

flat. ]

You mirror my dead human wife. Your features. Your face. Your... hair. It is awful and I hate it and I very well sometimes hate you for it and to deal perhaps more with some of the things that you say and the actions you take are hard but I don't imagine you'd know one single god damned thing about that, would you, because you've been immortal for every waking second of your life and it was not just some unfortunate thing that happened to you, one day, and shit upon everything in your life?

[ holy shit he's just

ragged

now

and he's seconds away from hanging up the fucking connection but instead he just stares into it, his eyes dark with fury. ]

[sithiche]

You don't know a damned thing about me, Azrael. You're just running on these bloody assumptions of yours and begrudging me for things beyond my control.

[vampirique]

I'm finished arguing with you.

[ aaaaand click. ]