who; Salazar OTA what; He's pissed, and is shooting people in GTA to make himself feel better. where; one of the common rooms when; Today, afternoon rating; PG-13? He's swearing in Parseltongue and blowing video game people up
Salazar was typically a person who could completely hide his emotions, but as he sat in the chair in front of the television, the game controller in his hands, it was obvious just how agitated he was. He was muttering a string of highly nasty obscenities in Parseltongue--ones that, even at the age of 36, his mother would have chided him for. He was sitting very tensely, with his beloved cobra Jor wrapped around his shoulders. The cobra was agitated too, as was the norm when Salazar was feeling that way. Wizard and serpent were more connected than some people.
Salazar was playing with no real goal other than to blow up as many things as possible. That, and getting prostitutes into his car, of course. Seeing the virtual vehicle shake made him feel a little better.
Jor raised his triangular head and brushed it his through Salazar's hair--his way of trying to soothe his wizard. Salazar's hissing lessened some, but not much. He could not tell if he was more upset by what his reputation had become, or by whatever changed had occurred in him to make him care.