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[bartenderbitch]

"Yeah, yeah, leave a message and I'll get back to you at some point."

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[verynormalturnipseller]

"It took a long time to be paired. I was even with him for a month, then on to other temps, then back together," he says, quietly conciliatory. It was a little frustrating at the time, but he can be all sanguine and meditative about it now. It will come. But he absolutely doesn't intend to poke that in case it's a sore spot. Husk is welcome to let it lie.

"Do you mean that voice he does?" Wen Ning does smile then, a small, twitchy thing. "I think I was supposed to be very, um, impressed. Not that it wasn't nice!" He doesn't want it to sound like he's denigrating the performance, but every time Angel's announced he's going to pour on the official Charm, Wen Ning has had to try not to laugh. It's goofier than any game they play on purpose, and he's never known how to participate.

[bartenderbitch]

He merely shrugs in turn about the whole pairing thing, it is a little bit of a sore spot for him, but he's mostly trying to just wait and see what happens instead of it being some sort of rush situation. It's not as if it won't happen at some point, but the wait and feeling useless due to it is frustrating.

"There's a whole other personality that goes with that shit, but yeah." Of course he would have done that and he's rolling his eyes, but it's clear that it's more of a joke than him actually being annoyed about it. "It's better here since he knows he doesn't have to, but that fuckin' voice on top of getting way too touchy feely is just too fake as shit for me. Took him a bit to take the hint, but he ain't dumb, at least." He adores him, he really does, but it still raises his hackles a bit when he uses it without any sort of warning.

[verynormalturnipseller]

"It is a little..." He trails off, unable to think of anything to say that captures that mixture of endearment and confusion Angel's moments of knee-jerk professionalism stir. It's like when he offered to show his movies, and Wen Ning had no idea why he would want that when the real Angel was right there, but he didn't want to seem ungrateful--

"Anyway, you can just play with him back," he says without perhaps quite enough thought, because this has been a very tense conversation in many ways, and even Wen Ning can't watch every single thing he says.