Every time Pheres gets agitated, the sparks increase exponentially, little rivulets of energy crackling across his horns. Now that they're not in the danger zone, OA has to admit: it's kind of cool to watch.

Especially when he jabs a button on his shitty little device and Sipara's rough-ass voice comes pouring out. For a moirail, she's doing a real shit job of calming him down: the way he sparks when she mentions nooks sends them shooting far enough to zap OA.

They shift out of the way just in time, and watch as it hits the ground and dissipates.

"Whoa, Nzinga," they say, amused, "keep it in your fucking pants. Your moirail's present." They waggle their eyebrows at him, but he doesn't seem game for the joke: he averts his eyes without even a flash of teeth. "So baby boy here's been huffing honey. Alright. Schoolfeed me: is this shit gonna wear off?"