[Guess they're talking out loud now. Fine. Quentin can do that.]
Oh, now you're mad at me? Why? I thought this is what you wanted, huh? Me pissed off? Well, here's me pissed the fuck off.
[He steps away from the wall, pressing his hands to his chest emphatically. Now that he's started the words are spilling out of him like a toxic spill, but with them locked out of each other's minds at least there's no danger of psychic leakage.]
You, Phoebe, all of you Cuckoos, all you've ever done is fuck with me. Did Phoebe go back to the rest of you and laugh at me every time we were together? Have a good old chuckle at pathetic little Quentin Quire until you five got tired of me and threw me away? Phoebe never gave a shit about me, and neither do you. Just do me a favor and stop. Pretending.
[That said, psychic leakage may be the least of his problems as he continues spewing all these awful, petty thoughts that taste as bitter as they do satisfying. He'll have to reign in the vortex he can feel himself being sucked into sooner rather than later, but for this exact moment? It feels like the relief of opening an infected wound that's been left to fester for far too long.]
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Oh, now you're mad at me? Why? I thought this is what you wanted, huh? Me pissed off? Well, here's me pissed the fuck off.
[He steps away from the wall, pressing his hands to his chest emphatically. Now that he's started the words are spilling out of him like a toxic spill, but with them locked out of each other's minds at least there's no danger of psychic leakage.]
You, Phoebe, all of you Cuckoos, all you've ever done is fuck with me. Did Phoebe go back to the rest of you and laugh at me every time we were together? Have a good old chuckle at pathetic little Quentin Quire until you five got tired of me and threw me away? Phoebe never gave a shit about me, and neither do you. Just do me a favor and stop. Pretending.
[That said, psychic leakage may be the least of his problems as he continues spewing all these awful, petty thoughts that taste as bitter as they do satisfying. He'll have to reign in the vortex he can feel himself being sucked into sooner rather than later, but for this exact moment? It feels like the relief of opening an infected wound that's been left to fester for far too long.]