:What do you mean 'da fuck?' Did you expect something different?:
'Yes. Yes I fucking did? Why do you sound like some sort of hyped up teenage gangster? And one with a cute voice too? Seriously. You sound like some sort of young girl in one of those anime's that I've seen the guys watching back in Texas.' Laz kept these thoughts in the back of his mind instead of coming right out and saying it in his head. As he got stronger, he realized it was easier to control his thoughts and only let those he wanted to get through, actually get through.
:Kind of? I mean... you're suppose to be an ancient mother of these Fae, aren't you?: Laz asked, voicing his safer thoughts.
