seven ☾ voice, backdated to mid-july

[viciousmaukery]

So, uh—[ah-choo!]—if anyone here was planning to go to the banks in De Chima today? [Another sneeze. Molly doesn’t sound like he’s well, his voice scratchier and hoarser than it usually is. He sniffles.] Maybe save it for next week. There’s a fellow calling himself the Allergen—you’ll know him when you see him, terrible costume, giant wind cannons attached to his arms—and unless you’re sturdy enough to stand in a tornado while it’s throwing dust and pollen into your eyes, I suggest you steer clear of him.

[Another sneeze.]

And before anyone asks how I ended up near a bank while it was being robbed, I was busking at the exact wrong place at the exact wrong time.