sustainer: (😒)
Red Leaves Gyre on the Grey Lake ([personal profile] sustainer) wrote in [community profile] pajamabox 2020-03-09 06:58 pm (UTC)

He shakes his head immediately, stating, "No. None of you." None of them can fight him. It's not right. They're already working way too hard. He takes a breath, moving to just uh sit on the ground beside her bench with a sigh.

"Is he uh, a unit? Do you have a way we can contact an uh, um, director? A, e, s, s director?" he asks hesitantly, trying to remember the very proper names of everything from last night. It had been a lot of information but he's trying to put as many pieces as possible into place here.

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