[ Angelique's mouth is open, wanting to put her foot down for the two of them to shut up so she can concentrate, but Maverick doesn't even give her the chance. Her face is so red, it's going a little purple, her anger easy enough to see even without color perception. Fuck you, Maverick, she's going to write the best poem of the group, full of fancy pants made up words like ~vocif~ that Maverick is too chicken to write for his own.

The interest on Kano's face is genuine, though, unabashed as he pokes a finger at "Vocal." Fucking honest, huh? ]

What was that you were about to say? "Vocif"...? Hey now, it's pretty impressive misreading a word you've written down yourself. Were you debating over something else instead of "vocal"?