[audio; all the locks ever + open]

[swatwithdragons]

[Lance got back home on Sunday night, and now it’s Monday he has a bunch of things he needs to say to people-at various points during the day/evening. For those who spoke to him not long before he left? He sounds worlds better. Calm, and not in a weary faking-it sort of way. Tranquil.]

Comments

[ghostlighter]

... Wait. So do you actually work there, or what?

[swatwithdragons]

Don't go giving yourself a migraine too soon.

[ghostlighter]

[ Heh. ]

Might be a little too late for that, but thanks.

[swatwithdragons]

Invest in aspirin.

[ghostlighter]

Good plan.

[ Just need a job to pay for it first... or steal it, if it comes to that. ]

[swatwithdragons]

Good luck.

[ghostlighter]

You too. With your... dragons. [ And AA, but dragons seems like the better choice to go with. ]

[swatwithdragons]

I don't need luck to handle dragons.

[ghostlighter]

Fine. If you say so.

[ He does not even want to think about what it must be like trying to handle a dragon. ]

[swatwithdragons]

I do say so.