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Zane's claws worked well enough with the device. The food names were stupid, but his life ranged from disaster to inane, so the latter gave a nice break from the former. He didn't need to think long for his name, a quick glance at his natural coloration filling him with joy. Being a zangoose was...

Zane shoved Celeste right back. "How dare you?" He went to grab Celeste's horn and bring his face up to his level. "What right do you have to stand in the way of true love?" He levied his gaze back to the floatzel with a sneer. "Have you ever cherished someone? Have you ever wanted the best for...

The blast knocked just enough sense into Zane to bring him back to reality. "You're... rejecting me?" Unfortunately, it was not quite enough to get common sense in there. "You're rejecting me?" He leapt to his feet. Fur soaked, he stomped over to her, dripping with equal parts water and rage...

"It's not enough!" Zane cried. "I can't stop at your forgiveness! I can't stop at a neutral!" He dropped to his knees again with surprising zealotry. "I need a positive! I need you!" He shuffled forward to grab her paw. "I want to make it up to you! I want to be a part of you!" This was too...

Zane winced at her words. An absolute lie, and she still managed to feel rejected. He dashed in front of her, trying to grab her shoulders. “I don’t care about the community service!” he lied with surprising conviction. “I’d do it a thousand times more! It’s no punishment!” He was getting...

Mate? Zane decided to kill the rumor spreading poochyena next time they crossed paths. It completely ruined his plans. Now, he had to think on the fly—and he didn't even have wings! Dave would pay for this. "Ma'am, please," he begged, pushing up to his knees and clasping his claws together...

Backbreaking. Demoralizing—humiliating! He (was aligned with the people that) saved this town, and he had to do manual labor because of a measly window, box of chocolates, and a card. There'd be no town to rebuild without him! Sure, he did about as much for the team as a well placed rock, but it...

Zane blinked in confusion before frustration took over. “Oh, so you knew and decided to let me look like an idiot?!” he shouted at the sky. “Now Owen’s scared all because of you, you fat pumpkin with horns!” It could be said that Zane was deflecting blame here. A scant few thoughts told him as...

The voice didn’t seem to hear him. That’s fine. Zane wasn’t mad. If he was, though, he’d be sure to only express his anger towards the deserving target. He would never take his anger out on the wrong person. He lifted Owen by the back of his neck and glared into his eyes before inspecting the...

Zane looked on the incoming punch with wistful envy. How desperate he was to compile all his rage into a pressure packed package and send it into another living being. Yet, as fate would have it, he had missed his chance at the only joy life had to offer him.

Zane put his claws up in surrender. Shy little guy. “Hey, it’s all right,” he said as soothingly as he could. “We’re here to help. If you need anything, just ask.” Concern dulled his attempted comforting smile. You sure this is the right charmander? Zane thought at the voice. Owen seemed a bit...

“Do you know what’s a bad idea?” Zane grumbled. “Telling the potentially hostile foe that someone told you they were potentially hostile!” Group properly shouted at, he went back to tending to the charmander. “You don’t remember your name? What do you remember?” For the sake of more warmth, he...

Zane knelt next to the charmander. One claw rested lightly on his back to make sure he was steady. "You all right little guy?" He'd noted the warmth, would a charmander even notice the warmth? "You're warm? More than normal for a charmander?" Zane lightly rubbed the charmander's back. "Anything...

Zane reached for his trusty bag that wasn't at his side. Wrong body. No oran to toss Owen's way. Begrudgingly, he sent a warning glare to Truffle and started walking toward the charmander. "Hey, you all right, buddy?"

"Do you not know what being careful means?" Zane spat, not taking his eyes off the decidueye. "Why are you here?" he asked again.

Acting like the voice didn't exist suddenly felt like a bad idea. It had just warned him to be careful of this random stranger, which a malicious hallucination wouldn't do. If this voice was a hallucination, it at least had its best interests at heart. He sauntered aggressively up to the...

Zane flinched, the already scathing memory at least bringing him back to Earth. "I—yeah. Don't worry about that. Spur of the moment kind of-I wouldn't." There was a second sentence to reply to. He forgot the second sentence. "Right, you, too." He prayed that response would work.

Oh good, voices in his head. This could probably get worse, but it was approaching the point where it definitely couldn't. At least other people were reacting to the voice, too, but that could just be another level of the hallucination. If he acted like they were acting like they could hear the...

Zane couldn't help but notice the ignored attempt at conversation. It's not like being nice would literally kill him, at least. She was quadrupedal, though, and short. How did greeting those types work again? He decided to try his best, which was horrendous, and knelt down next to her...

Zane cringed at the idea. Wasn't he part cat? Mongoose, ferret, what the hell was he? Whatever he was, he felt like he should be offended. "Oh yeah? Well that—" he forgot to come up with a come back, "Isn't true."