[ It's probably one of the worst times to call, not that he has the right to complain about help-- but Piers is all sorts of scrambled, pulled apart form the inside and when he hears a voice in his head it actually makes him groan. The low, guttural sound is cut off as soon as he realizes he's making it, and he has to straighten himself up as if that will fix his tone. ]
Thanks I-- [ He sucks in a breath, brows furrowing. ] Just thanks.
[ The question, however, earns Thane a dry sort of chuckle. ] Kid's toy, for drawing, pretty uh... simple thing. Filled with shaved aluminum.
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