X is for "Xan is Emo?"

"Hey, Warlic- Xan's gone emo. I thought you should know." Cysero said to Warlic as the blue-robed mage walked into the kitchen that morning.

"Cysero, what do you mean, Xan's gone emo? How is Xan emo?" Warlic asked the silent green mage, who was smiling and nodding as he sipped his coffee and ate his mayonnaise cubes.

"He's started using a lot of hairspray, and I think he's crying in a corner over there." Cysero pointed to where Xan was sitting in a corner, talking to himself.

"Wait- has he been here this whole time?" Warlic, very confused, asked his absentminded roommate. He was very concerned with this, because Xan had the nasty little habit of having tried to kill Warlic several times a week for the last few years- so what was he doing in the blue mage's kitchen at six in the morning?

"Oh- you mean him? Yeah, he's been there a while." Cysero remarked casually, not at all worried that the man- or whatever Xan was (Was he even human? Warlic wasn't sure anymore) - in the corner would try to kill the blue mage yet again, despite countless failures to do so in the past. The word 'countless' being because there had been very many failures, not because Warlic couldn't count very high.

"Why on Lore didn't you tell me he was here so I could leave?" Warlic berated his thickheaded roommate. He felt as if he spent his entire like yelling at Cysero. "You know he wants to kill me, right?"

"Yeah- that's why I invited hm over for tea!"