What did Sipara say? He's close enough to the phone to snatch it up, and he types in her number even as he keeps talking. "I didn't drink honey," he protests, "here - ask Sipara --"
The sudden movement has left his head spinning, and the spike of adrenaline is not playing nice with his system: instead of leaving him clear-headed, it's just making him nauseous and sweaty-palmed. It's sheer luck that he doesn't drop the phone.
Thank heavens for moirails. Sipara picks up after the first ring, still miraculously awake, and he hisses at her, frantic as he stabs the speaker button: "Explain why I'm sparking!"
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The sudden movement has left his head spinning, and the spike of adrenaline is not playing nice with his system: instead of leaving him clear-headed, it's just making him nauseous and sweaty-palmed. It's sheer luck that he doesn't drop the phone.
Thank heavens for moirails. Sipara picks up after the first ring, still miraculously awake, and he hisses at her, frantic as he stabs the speaker button: "Explain why I'm sparking!"