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Zelman is in kind of a mood. Not that he's ever not in a mood these days, but today it's particular. It's a little irritated, a little anxious, a little flighty. All of those bad things that lead him to making rash and impulsive decisions.

So after showering and making himself look all nice (which is, weirdly, something he does more out of boredom than necessity because, as a vampire, he tends to stay looking mysteriously and inhumanly good no matter what), he starts thinking over who he could bother. The moon is full, which might be why no one seems quite fitting of the night. He ends up standing and staring out his window for far too long, hair drying, lost in pointless spirals of absent thought.

But that gets old too. Eventually he settles on the one person he actually likes, and calls Pharos' name to see if he'll show up this time. He has yet to experience a time where he doesn't show up, but for some reason... The realization that he'll come at just the sound of his name is always a pleasant surprise.