[ In his arms, the Mudbray stirs; Lambert grunts and shifts his grip on it to keep it from squirming away. This is exactly the conversation he didn't want to be caught in; he neither wants Carly's apologies nor plans on giving his own, so in an attempt to derail Carly feeling bad for anything before she can even begin, he looks at the letters at her hand pointedly, instead. ]
What are those for, anyway? [ He asks, loudly. ] It's not like you could send them, wherever he is.
[ Just keep that winning streak up, Lambert, you're doing great. ]
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Date: 2017-10-02 02:55 am (UTC)What are those for, anyway? [ He asks, loudly. ] It's not like you could send them, wherever he is.
[ Just keep that winning streak up, Lambert, you're doing great. ]