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wrckhvck‌     /     damon salvatore.

               he’s  staring  at  the  instructions,  squinting  like  maybe  it  might  suddenly  start  making  sense  the  more  he  stares  at  it..  “  i  ordered  this  thing  off  amazon  and  it  fits  in  the  car,  but  nothing’s  buckling  in. ”   it  doesn’t  help  that  the  instructions  are  in  some  language  even  his  google  assistant  couldn’t  detect.    “  –  how  important,  really,  are  car  seats  ?  ”     pretty  important  for  infants,  he  knows  –  he’s  not  a  complete  idiot,  but  it’s  beentwo  hours  of  trial  and  error  so  he  cares  significantly  less  than  maybe  he  normally  would.    hence  why  he’d  finally  caved  and  called  in  the  cavalry,  thinking  that  in  the  least,  enzo  could  use  vampire  strength  to  twist  the  buckles  and  force  them  to  fit.   it  wouldn’t  be  perfect  but  it’d  be  a  solution.   he  certainly  isn’t  going  to  ring  up  elena  and  admit  that  the  grand  gesture  he’s  been  preparing  to  make  up  for  his  shortcomings  as  of  late  has  FAILED  before  it  even  begins.     @lcrenzo

        enzo  can’t  exactly  say  that  this  is  his  area  of  expertise.    nor  would  he  say  that  this  is  even  an  area  of  interest  for  him,   frankly.   he  had  long  since  given  up  on  the  idea  of  having  children  of  his  own.    those  very  hopes  were  dashed  the  moment  consumption  took  hold  of  him.     the  point  is  ----  he  would  have  said  no.   had  damon  specified  why  his  presence  was  requested,   his  response  would  have  been  a  rather  quick  and  succinct  NO.    alas,   damon  ( perhaps  purposefully  so )  was  fairly  vague  in  his  invitation,    and  enzo  is  to  curiosity  as  moth  is  to  flame.    “ i’m  not  sure  I’M  particularly  qualified  to  answer  that  question,    mate, ”    he  drawls  as  he  leans  against  the  exterior  of  the  car  with  an  unparalleled  calm.   “ in  my  day,   you  just  held  the  thing  and  hoped  for  the  best. ”   whether  or  not  that  is  true,   he  isn’t  entirely  sure.   he  doesn’t  suppose  it  matters  all  that  much.   “ at  least,  i  think  so.   never  really  had  a  car,   myself.    i  suppose  it  depends  on  how  much  you  want  your  spawn  to  LIVE. ”

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ofadan‌     /     adan garza.

          the  stranger’s  presence  doesn’t  pause  adan  ——  on  the  contrary,  it  breathes  some  more  energy  into  him  that  he  converts  into  some  vigorous  dancing,  the  drink  sloshing  in  the  glass,  like  waves  crashing  into  rocks.  it’s  only  when  the  man  speaks  up  after  helping  himself  to  the  supper  that  adan  turns  to  take  another  look  at  him  and  a  grin  splits  his  face.  “   forgot  to  warn  you  —  dinner  was  served  hours  ago.  it  lasted  all  the  way  through  britney  spears’  in  the  zone  and  blackout  albums.  twice.  ”  what  can  he  say?  the  man  was  in  the  mood  for  some  toxic.  

        he’s  still  licking  the  bitter  taste  from  his  teeth  when  the  stranger  replies.   a  subtle  grimace  appears  upon  his  face  at  the  revelation.     “ common  courtesy  is  to  let  people  know  their  food  is  past  its  sell-by  date, ”   he  rebukes,   with  an  air  of  apathy.   “ though,   i  myself  am  more  of  a  celine  dion  fan. ”   is  it  true?   is  it  not?   enzo  isn’t  entirely  sure  himself.   sometimes  he  simply  says  things  to  fill  the  space,    and  to  contradict  whatever  it  is  the  other  person  says.   “ BUT  it  seems  you’re  having  quite  the  little  soirèe  here . . .    all  by  yourself.    ------    it’d  be  a  shame  if  someone  were  to  ruin  it. ”

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minctaur‌     /     toro.

          it  takes  him  a  moment  to  realize  the  actual  meaning  behind  his  words,  but  when  he  does,  he  agrees  with  no  hesitation.  ah,  a  supernatural  creature  ——  most  likely  with  enhanced  powers.  perhaps  a  vampire  ;  he  learned  about  the  existence  of  those  not  too  long  ago.  he  would  have  said  no  had  he  been  worried  about  losing  this,  but  evidently,  he’s  not.  “  deal.  no  take  backs.  but  ——  why  don’t  we  try  with  both  arms?  ”  just  to  make  this  interesting,  he  will  let  the  other  win  the  first  round  by  playing  with  the  human  version  of  him.  all  to  lull  him  into  a  false  sense  of  security.  “  i’m  left-handed.  we  should  make  this  fair.  ”  as  fair  as  it  can  possibly  get.

       enzo  is  entirely  unafraid.    even  if  he  isn’t  sure  that  he’s  going  to  win,   he’s  going  to  enjoy  the  competition  either  way.    “ deal, ”    he  echoes  easily,   one  eyebrow  rising  as  the  man  continues  with  his  suggestion.    he  shrugs,    entirely  indifferent.    that  seems  fair  enough.    and  besides.    if  enzo’s  going  to  win,    he’s  going  to  win  no  matter  which  hand  he’s  using.   “ sounds  fair  enough  to  me, ”    he  allows  with  a  lazy  grin,    settling  into  a  more  comfortable  position,   shuffling  a  little  further  forward  to  gain  the  right  traction,    before  wide  gaze  meets  the  stranger’s,   and  he  asks,   “ are  we  ready?    haven’t got all day,   mate. ”

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vividelay‌     /     vivien delay.

          ❛ I think you could AMUSE me, now. ❜  Vivi just comments for the next person near her, while she was on the bench enjoying her cold drink.

@apxstarters​ 

        there’s  a  brief  pause,   during  which  enzo  truly  considers  her  words.    he  soon  decides  that  it’s  not  worth  it.   “ hmm, ”  he  hums  in  faux - contemplation,   “ no.   no,   i  don’t  think  so,   sweetheart. ”   he  goes  back  to  focusing  upon  his  phone,    and  almost  entirely  ignoring  her  presence.   “ you  won’t  find  what  you’re  looking  for  here. ”

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ofdarkncss‌     /     jeremy gilbert.

@apxstarters​

      Jer sighed as he took one long look outside the window. It’s already been a week since he was trapped in San Francisco and from seeing dead people to people he never wanted to meet eye-to-eye ever again, this situation was getting frustrating. He took a large bite out of his burger while reminiscing about the sole reason he even came to San Francisco: to track down a 300 year old vampire and holy fuck did he regret it –  now he was trapped here, unable to leave and ghosts of his past haunting him.

A blink of an eye later and the doors of the restaurant open widely, a strange presence making it’s way towards Jeremy’s table. “The hell are you doing here?” the male talked on an irritated tone while furrowing his brows, staring down the other person, waiting for a reply.

       it  hadn’t  been  his  intention,   to  stumble  upon  a  blast  from  the  past;    simply,   he  wanted  to  order  bonnie’s  favourite  and  take  it  to  her  ----  a  surprise.   but  the  REAL  surprise  is  the  familiar  face  he’s  greeted  with.    he  gives  his  order  at  the  bar,   asks  for  take - out,    and  briefly  debates  compelling  them  to  make  it  as  quickly  as  possible...   but  curiosity  wins  out,    and  he  simply  nods  in  acknowledgement,    spinning  on  his  heel  to  stalk  slowly  towards  jeremy’s  table.    the  hostility  brings  a  quiet  smirk  of  amusement  to  his  face  as  he  replies,   “ oh,   it’s  lovely  to  see  you  too,   jeremy. ”   with  that,   he  gestures  towards  the  seat  opposite  the  other,   and  asks,  “ may  i? ”   without  waiting  for  an  answer  as  he  settles  into  the  chair.

       “ MY  question  would  be  why  are  you  dining  alone?    but  with  that  tone,    i’m  not  surprised. ”   enzo  reaches  over  to  swipe  a  stray  fry  from  the  other’s  plate,    tearing  off  a  bite  as  he  adds,   “ well...   that,   and  you  alway  were  the  most  annoying  gilbert. ”   taking  a  moment  to  grin  as  he  swallows  the  fry,   he  leans  his  forearms  on  the  tabletop,    and  simply  shrugs.    “ i’d  wager  a  guess  that  I’M  here  for  the  same  reason  you  are.   ----   can’t  leave. ”

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@boniebennett​     /     bonnie bennett .          ( closed. )

       there’s  no  way,   enzo  decides,   even  as  his  gaze  remains  fixed  on  the  familiar  figure,   there’s  no  bloody  way  that  that  is  bonnie  bennett.     but,    incredulous  as  he  is,    he  continues  to  watch  her  a  few  moments  longer,   a  soft  smile  beginning  to  take  form  at  the  corners  of  his  lips.    he  knows  that  he  simply  has  no  choice,   and  his  feet  are  moving   (  too  quickly,   one  might  add  )  in  her  direction  before  he  consciously  gives  the  signal.     he  plants  himself  a  few  feet  in  front  of  her,   smile  only  growing  as  he  greedily  drinks  in  her  features  for  the  first  time  in  over  a  decade.     “ bonnie  bennett, ”   he  offers  softly,   his  head  shaking  slowly  out  of  incredulity.     at  this  point,   he’s  almost  grinning,    “ as  i  live  and  breathe. ”

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ofadan‌     /     adan garza .

          “  help  yourself.  ”  his  grin  is  contorted,  mutilated  by  the  loss  of  any  shreds  of  humanity  he  had  left,  as  his  body  moves  to  the  rhythm  of  music.  adan  is  dancing  by  himself  with  a  glass  in  his  hand,  in  an  empty  room  …  except  for  someone  lying  on  the  table.  definitely  dead  —  if  the  puddle  of  blood  is  any  indication.  “  just  be  careful  not  to  get  anything  on  me  ;  this  sweater  is  cashmere  ralph  lauren.  ”

        “ don’t  mind  if  i  do, ”   he  purrs  from  the  doorway,   hungry  gaze  locked  upon  the  bloodied  corpse.   the  veins  around  his  eyes  darken,   and  his  tongue  runs  along  the  points  of  his  fangs,   but  he  spares  a  glance  at  the  stranger,   unsure  of  whether  or  not  this  is  a  TRAP.    “ oh,    i  wouldn’t  dream  of  it. ”    if  it  is,   he  decides,   he  can  handle  it.    in  milliseconds,   he  finds  himself  at  the  edge  of  the  table,   the  man  ( for  the  moment )  forgotten  about  as  he  descends  upon  the  body,   fangs  piercing  the  skin  easily  as  he  takes  a  long  drink.   “ mm, ”   he  murmurs  in  thought  as  he  pulls  away,   swiping  at  a  streak  of  stray  blood  with  his  thumb,  “ bitter.   remind  me  to  go  for  fresh  next  time. ”

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heavenswar‌     /     michael / amnayel . 

the descent was rough. the angels before her, who have left heaven and set foot on earth, never told her it would be like this. like feeling your every bone ( or rather the vessel’s ) on fire. she didn’t daintily touch upon this city ;  she properly crashed, her very own grace and powers now flickering in and out in an attempt to restore themselves. she slides out of the confinement of an alleyway  —  ragged, disheveled, like the vessel is crumbling beneath her ( why would she? she’s just a normal angel ). like something is WRONG. “ is this san francisco? ” a query posed to the nearest person, as her eyes struggle to adjust to all the buzz and noise around her.

          he’s  not  too  proud  a  man  to  admit  that  curiosity  gets  the  best  of  him  sometimes.    his  interest  is  piqued  and  his  gaze  is  glued  as  soon  as  she  steps  foot  out  of  the  alleyway.   one  eyebrow  rises  towards  his  hairline,   but  apart  from  that,   his  expression  holds  a  false  air  of  quiet  disinterest.   “ well,   it  certainly  was  the  last  time  i  checked,   love, ”   he  drawls,   his  gaze  falling  away  from  her  to  throw  an  unnecessary,   borderline  sarcastic,   glance  at  their  surroundings.  ( as  though  to  check  he  hasn’t  been  magically  transported  elsewhere.    as  though  it’s  possible  for  him  to  exist  outside  of  san  francisco.  )     “ why? ”  he  queries,   though  his  interest  is  dwindling  by  the  second,   “ don’t  tell  me  you  were  hoping  for  los  angeles? ”

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minctaur‌     /     toro .

          asterion  is  not  worried.  he’s  aware  of  where  his  limits  lie  —  where  they  start,  where  they  end.  as  a  human,  the  spectrum  of  his  strength  isn’t  as  wide  albeit  reaching  higher  scores  than  any  average  person  ;  that  said,  however,  his  previous  (  hidden  far  away  )  form  opens  far  more  new  doors.  playing  dirty  isn’t  something  he  shies  away  from  …  it’s  ALL’S  FAIR  in  love  and  war,  right?  “  if  i  win,  ”  he  wraps  his  fingers  around  the  other  man’s  hand,  strapping  himself  into  the  position  of  his  elbow  DRILLING  into  the  surface  of  the  table,  “ i  want  a  basket  of  onion  rings.  ”  simple  as  that  because,  really,  he’s  not  looking  for  a  bet.  it’s  the  competition  that  thrills  him. 

       enzo  should  be  more  concerned  than  he  is.   after  half  a  year  in  this  city  filled  with  monsters,  he  should  expect  the  WORST.   h o w e v e r .  enzo  rarely  does  what  he  should  do.   his  own  fingers  follow  suit,  curling  around  the  presented  hand  tightly  as  he  awaits  the  stranger’s  demands.  oh.   “ how  disappointing, ”  he  mutters,  eyes  rolling  in  his  skull  as  he  thinks  of  the  ten  dollars  he  might  lose  in  this  fight.  “ if  i  win, ”   he  begins,   smirk  idling  upon  his  features  as  his  gaze  scans  innocently  across  the  room,  “ you  have  to  choose, ”  ---who  i  eat  for---  “ my  supper. ”   his  eyes  are  alight  with  mischief,   eyebrows  twitching  upwards  for  a  brief  second,   as  though  a  challenge;   will  he  connect  the  dots?

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@tequilaorbs​     /     evan delahaye .

@lcrenzo

“ dude, seriously? it’s evan. do you keep forgetting i’m a shapeshifter or do you just really WANT to do this every time? ”

    “ frankly,   maybe  i’m  just  FOOLISHLY  HOPEFUL  that  i’ll  be  lucky  enough  to  encounter  a  new  face  that  doesn’t  belong  to  you. ”     a  tight,  insincere  smile  is  offered,  masking  genuine  amusement.   “ i  reckon  this  one’s  an  upgrade. ”

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minctaur‌     /     toro .

          he  recognizes  that  look  —  hell,  he  wears  it  too,  with  no  awareness,  all  to  mirror  the  intimidation  that  he  once  bore  oh  so  proudly.  since  his  resurrection,  he  has  grown  ;  grown  to  become  the  version  of  himself  he’s  always  dreamed  to  be.  he  doesn’t  flinch  at  the  stranger’s  NONCHALANT  comment.  on  the  contrary,  he  lets  what  sounds  to  be  a  douchey  comment,  “  i  used  to  eat  guys  like  you  for  breakfast.  ”  except,  well,  the  meaning  is  literal.  quite  a  life  he’s  lived.  “  a  bet?  what  could  we  possibly  want  from  each  other?  ”

          enzo’s  entire  expression  lights  up ,   curls  into  one  of  intrigue ,   perhaps  even  mischief ,    as  the  confident  response  comes .    he  straightens  his  spine ,    shoulders  falling  into  a  relaxed  position  as  he  offers  a  calm ,   knowing  smile .    “ sounds  KINKY. ”    eyebrows  wiggle  as  an  amused  grin  plays  upon  his  face .   he  offers  out  his  hand ,   ready  for  the  exact  moment  this  stranger  makes  contact ,   so  that  he  can  show  the  darkened  veins  around  his  eyes .   a  casual  shrug .   “ oh ,   i  don’t  know .   money ,   MURDER ,   whatever  makes  your  heart  flutter ;   the  list  really  is  endless . ”

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minctaur‌     /     toro .

for  @lcrenzo​  ♡

          “  hey!  you  and  me,  ”  setting  his  whiskey  down  on  the  surface  of  the  counter,  he  calls  out  to  the  other  man  before  JABBING  his  finger  at  his  chest  then  his  own.  right  after,  he  takes  no  time  to  rest  his  bent  elbow  on  the  table,  indicating  a  challenge.  “  let’s  arm  wrestle.  ”

          he  doesn’t  even  attempt  to  hide  the  look  of  disdain  upon  his  face   ----   one  eyebrow  raised  in  a  silent  question ;      who,   exactly,   do  you  think  you  are?    gaze  drops  to  find  the  finger  at  his  chest ,    and  he  genuinely  contemplates  snapping  it .     slowly ,    jaw  flexes  as  he  fights  a  smirk ,   settling  slowly  into  position  opposite  the  stranger .      “ your  funeral ,    mate . ”    there’s  a  brief  hesitation ,   before  a  forced ,   faux - friendly  grin  splits  his  face .    “ how  about  we  make  this  interesting ? ”

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elena gilbert.

things had taken a sharp turn,  maybe she didn’t expect to be in a different location when she left a bar she’d been drinking at  —-  one minute she was in chicago and the next,  somewhere unrecognisable.  but she’s got too much else on her mind to care,  probably some fucking magic screwing things up.  she’d come across witches before,  not often,  thankfully.  they had their uses.  no,  instead she has something much more appetising on her mind,  she had to taste the bouquet the town had on tap,  and that was why she held the person before her in a vice like grip,  not a single CARE in the entire world.  “  now you,  you’re going to help quench the thirst that this shitty little night has left me with,  with ANY luck, you’ll be just as delicious as i hope.  don’t scream.  ”  she compels,  the smirk that’s laid on her features curls back,  fangs protruding as a growl leaves her throat and she darts forward to plunge fangs into their neck.  she never WANTED this life,  but she wasn’t in a position to even be bothered anymore,  as someone without emotions, it was perfect.

      enzo isn’t a particularly moral man.  had he stumbled upon this situation in regular circumstances, he would have had no qualms with turning a blind eye.  ( he probably wouldn’t have paid any attention whatsoever, honestly. )   but curiosity has him seeking out the vampire in question; the voice is familiar  ----  TOO familiar, and he has a horrible feeling this could mean something terrible for his best friend.  he pauses in the shadows, just a brief two seconds as he takes in the sight before him.  the very thing he was hoping to be wrong about.  a hundred questions spring to mind instantly, but just as quickly, enzo crosses the space and tears elena  from her victim, and offering a rough shove away from him, frankly caring little about whether or not he hurts her.  for a brief moment, his gaze finds the human, and he considers compelling them to leave, but he is far more occupied by the elephant in the room.  “ now...  tell me, are you elena?  or one of those dreaded doppelgangers i’ve heard so much about? ”   for now, he abandons the human and closes the gap between himself and elena.  “ because if you ARE elena  --  i think we might have a bit of catching up to do. ”

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bonnie and enzo: first and last  ↳ 5x13 - 8x16

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bonnie bennett.

“How are you here?” Her voice was a whisper - a low, breathy whisper that he probably wouldn’t even hear if he wasn’t a vampire. Reaching out a shaky hand, she touched his shoulder gently - the feeling that spread through her fingertips and ran through her whole body proved that he was really there…and that he was really him. Hearing him say her name again, her heart sank. “I don’t understand.” She wasn’t sure how to respond, or how to act. Should she throw her arms around him? Kiss him? Shake his hand? It was all to bizarre to even begin to understand.

       he does note that she doesn’t answer his question. but he also acknowledges that there are more pressing questions to be answered right now. just the simple touch of her fingers to his shoulder is enough to simmer the gleeful grin into a softer, knowing smirk. “ i know.   ----   i’d imagine it’s the same kind of horrid magic that has us all trapped here, ”  he replies simply, one hand lifting to rest atop hers,  “ but i’m not about to look that gift horse in the mouth. ”  despite a determined attempt to keep his gaze fixated upon hers, enzo falters for just a brief moment; softened browns fall to her lips for just a second, before they find her eyes once again.  “ now, come on, how have you been? really? ”

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Name: lorenzo st. john FC: michael malarkey Age: 27/154

Choice changed in the universe: 

In the early 1950s, when Maggie James suggested that he turn her into a vampire so that she could break him out, Enzo did not decline. If it were purely for that reason, he thinks he would have. But the prospect of a long, immortal life with her was simply too delicious to turn down. So he fed her his blood and snapped her neck. He watched her body for hours, just to make sure she would wake.

How the choice changed your muse’s life:

Enzo remained in captivity for just a week or two longer, giving Maggie the time to gain her strength, and coaching her through the sudden transition. When they deemed her strong enough, Maggie brought him a fresh human body to feed and broke the lock on his cage. The rest was in Enzo’s hands. In little under an hour, he decimated every person he found within Augustine’s grounds ---- all bar one. Dr Whitmore was saved for last, and Enzo enacted the very same revenge plan he had been plotting for years.

What’s your AU!muse up to nowadays:

Shortly after his escape, Enzo and Maggie fled to England, where they still live their life together. As a result, he never became friends with  --  or even met  --  Damon Salvatore, nor anyone else from Mystic Falls. They traveled for a long time; exploring Europe, mostly. But after a decade or so, they settled once again in England. Thanks to compulsion, they now own a few businesses in the midlands, and Lorenzo and Margaret St. John appear on many Britain’s Richest lists. They aren’t saints, by any means, and they still feed on humans. But after exacting his revenge, with the help of his now-wife, to whom he is utterly devoted, and the harboured feelings of resentment towards Damon simply nonexistent, Enzo seems to be a lot more... stable.

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‌stefan salvatore.

   It was U N C O M F O R T A B L E because it was the physical embodiment of a guilt he’d carried with himself to his death and even now. It hadn’t MATTERED how many times he’d been told that his death wasn’t his fault. That he’d not been himself…because THAT was a lie. It was the expectation that had places the youngest Salvatore in everyone’s books as nothing but a hero and he wasn’t. He knew that and he felt it….(now he just couldn’t escape it). “Dead.” seemed a simple enough explanation, he felt that way now. Like he was walking on a tightrope waiting for it to S N A P. “Lets get it over with.” Because he felt like he knew what was coming, his own self hatred filled in the blanks. “Kill me or do whatever it is you wanna do; I don’t CARE anymore.” 

          stefan’s wry response has enzo’s features curling into an expression of quiet amusement.  “ very good.   ----   you and me both, mate. ”  it’s spoken casually, almost as though he expects that stefan might have forgotten.  he doesn’t.  stefan’s response to his presence is more than enough evidence to the contrary.  the next sentence has enzo’s head tipping to one side, and slightly exaggerated confusion creasing his brow.  his expression alone is enough to convey the question; get what over with?  by the time the youngest salvatore answers the unasked question, enzo is the picture of innocence.  “ kill you?  do you really think so little of me? ”  he can’t decide if it’s a joke at his own murderous  expense, or a not-so-subtle dig at stefan’s murderous expense.  either way, he’s amused. after a long moment, he dons a faux-pout, and an equally faux tone of concern.  “ stefan.  --  you seem awfully eager to die... ”  ---and then, after a brief moment’s thought--- “ again.   do you need to TALK, mate? ”