rubbish lion who can't deal with things yay

[aimedhigh]

[Well, at least there's one person on the network who isn't yelling. Far from it, actually, though he's always in the mood for a fight. But today, Hamilton's mental voice is a little woozy. Tired-sounding, really, and certainly it's not because he hasn't been sleeping the past few days. That would be completely ridiculous.

It's rare that he asks for help. But this month, he might need a little, if only as distraction.]

Okay, folks. Book recommendations, if you got any that I can read around here. Or if there're any about wherever y'all are from. Or, hell, I dunno, I'd appreciate a loan of a quill and some paper. I gotta do something, and there ain't a treasury to mind or a newspaper to run here.

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[thornsofmalkav]

I just might do that, yeah.

[It's something besides burrowing deeper under a blanket and trying to tune out the thousand psychic messages of stupid... although this one wasn't bad compared to some of the others. Not actually bad at all.]

[aimedhigh]

[Yeah, he's pretty annoyed with all the yelling too, but at least some people have valid reasons for it. The annoyance is also on account of the fact that he feels like shit, but Thorne doesn't know that just yet.]

Lemme know if you do, I think I can spare time from pacing around the rooms.

[thornsofmalkav]

I'll tell you if I'm headed in your direction, yeah.

[aimedhigh]

Thanks. I promise I won't yell at you too much.

[thornsofmalkav]

I appreciate it. I so do.