"Angst. Angst. Angst. Aaaaaaangst. Angst angst angst angst angst. Angstangstangstangstangstangstangstangstangst." Moons banged her head against the wall over and over again.
"Ey, what's Moons doing?" Iximaz asked. "Why's she off in the corner?"
"Oh," said Calliope, taking a sip of coffee she'd just ordered off the bar. "She's angsting. Pretty good at it too."
Iximaz frowned. "Hang on just a moment." She wandered over to the newbie. "Hey!"
Moons looked up sulkily. "What's it to you?"
The older writer narrowed her eyes. "You're... angsting, aren't you?"
"So what if I am? What if the gods have cursed me? What if there is a black doom upon me, an incredible grimness that hangs over my very soul?"
A slow smile crossed Ix's lips. "Don't talk to me about your very soul. I've been angsting before the very concept of blackness even occurred to you. My very being is so full of despair that you can't even comprehend it."
A silence fell over the two. Moons broke it.
"My very existence is anguish."
"Well, my soul is consumed by grim desires and inconceivable suffering."
"My pain is so great that mere mortals cannot even comprehend it."
"I'm so sad that I seem happy again because nobody can recognize the depths of it."
"I've written poems so black that nobody could read the paper they were printed on."
"Well, my poems are so black that they make people happy because they suck all the sadness in the room into themselves."
"Have you even contemplated the deep and dark nature of human soul?"
"I've come to deep realizations about the grim, black, superblackness of the soul that you will never understand."
"My suffering alone could create a new deity, such is its strength!"
"Corvus Corax once told me I was the angstiest human he'd ever met!"
The two stared at each other, breathless.
Ix sighed slowly, calming down. "So, want to be angstmates then?"
Moons gasped. "Can we be?"
"Only if you dye your hair..."
The newbie grinned. "Do you really think black is my natural color?"
Ix smiled. "I think I love you already..."