Through the now-closed door, the hushed murmur of voices raises in pitch for a few moments before one last snippet of conversation drifts through the door.
"Can't... bull-ieve it..."
"Fucking -- "
Three thumps follow in short order.
If he opens the door again, he will find three unconscious men in Empire uniforms, one of which still has the ghost of a snicker on his face. At least he's sleeping peacefully. Probably.
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Date: 2024-10-26 03:53 pm (UTC)"Can't... bull-ieve it..."
"Fucking -- "
Three thumps follow in short order.
If he opens the door again, he will find three unconscious men in Empire uniforms, one of which still has the ghost of a snicker on his face. At least he's sleeping peacefully. Probably.