Zelgadis sighed, attempting to ignore the steady trickle of blood running down from his feet to his chest. "Why does everybody always pick on me?" He asked wearily.
EVE-- "Because, Zel-kun … you're just so damn cute when you're depressed that it's simply impossible to resist!"
Zelgadis stared back at her incredulously. "You-you're having Phibrizo torture me because I look good when I'm depressed?!"
EVE-- "Yep! And when you're scared, and when you're embarrassed, and when you're frustrated … and the way you always cling to false hopes over and over again only to have them dashed against the rocks every time."
"But he's made of rock!!" Protested Phibrizo. "Or, he was … now could you please just tell me what is so attractive about that?!"
EVE-- *smirks* "Sounds like somebody's jealous…"
"Am not!!" He exclaimed, face flushing.
"I just wish that everybody would leave me alone…" sighed Zel.
EVE-- "Oh, you're never happy, are you? At least this way you know you're loved."
"I do?"
EVE-- *scowls* "This is getting boring … shock him, Phibby."
Zelgadis looked nervous but decided to hold his tongue and instead watched Phibrizo rummaging through the little 'torture chest'. A few seconds later the small mazoku stood up again, holding a long silver object.
"Ohh!" Yipped Phibrizo, unable to contain a gleeful squeal. "A cattle prod -- I've always wanted to use one of these!"
Zelgadis groaned. It was going to be a long night…