"He's talking to himself."
...A few minutes ago...
I managed to sneak away from the rest while they enjoyed their specialized cup of tea. I got blood tea. Why? Well, that was the only one that did not taste like... like... well, nothing. It had a tiny bit of sweetness from the blood inside that was just enough to suppress the horridness of the other contents but not enough to satisfy my appetite.
Stars knew I hated that feeling, yet every time he still gave me that same tea! He didn't even try to add more blood in! Being around him is so infuriating! Dispite his displeasing (I am putting it very lightly here) personality, everyone still likes his tea!
Even Prophecy's taste buds were seduced! And I KNOW for a fact that she can be VERY picky. In her tea, she must have exactly 3.39517374928473738399 drops of pure blood. Even Archia is not that exact (and she's the Goddess of Knowledge)! If it is any deficiency she will (and I mean WILL) make you wish that you were not immortal. I have seen it happen before. Why do you think Raphael is so cautious around her?
Am I a bit bitter that my friend (one of the few humans I actually like) was outdone in the art of tea by Stars of all people? Yes. Definitely yes. But that is not the reason I hate him. No, it is because of a time long, long ago when...
Ok, that's enough. I'll have plenty of time to think about that later. Now to focus on the utterly horrible, terrible, morbid, disdainful scene in front of me: Life talking to himself!
That, that *censored* is a *censored*... an absolute *censored*...
...10 minutes later...
...how dare he! That *censored*...
...50 minutes later...
...I'm gonna kill that *cens* (stomach growls)... food first. I can't kill him on an empty stomach and I certainly can't curse him with a dry throat.
So I ignore him and make my way to the portals. (Licks his lips.) It's been a long time since I had a nice meal. (smiles) Might as well give those humans something to talk about; they always did make up crazy stories.
...What the 'innocent' bystanders saw...
"He's talking to himself..., " Fire commented, appalled.
"Humph, hypocrites," the phoenix next to him commented.
Rolling her eyes, Nature said, "As if you're not one."
"Humph."