[A banjo. That tempts a judgmental smirk to his mouth, though Stiles doesnβt comment on the choice (yet). He takes a moment to pocket the note again, taking care to fold it in clean, crisp lines.]
A βfew decades,β [he repeats, tone more wistful than he realizes.] Just how long does it take for you to get sick of something, then?
[Quietly, he wonders if thereβs some saxophone-related club in the resort he can sign Cyram up for. A mailing list. Something. This sounds like prime prank material.]
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Date: 2024-01-24 07:35 pm (UTC)A βfew decades,β [he repeats, tone more wistful than he realizes.] Just how long does it take for you to get sick of something, then?
[Quietly, he wonders if thereβs some saxophone-related club in the resort he can sign Cyram up for. A mailing list. Something. This sounds like prime prank material.]