Voicemail ~ Mask or Menace

[faithfulson]

Skywalker here. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

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[carbonfrozen]

So I guess that's a no.

[Yeesh, Luke, chill, it's not like Han is currently bundled up in a blanket trying to ward off the cold on a bench.

Which he is. But he's not going to say that.]

You sure?

[faithfulson]

Yes!

I'm on my way over to you now.

[ Han, you're going to drive him to the Dark Side at this rate. ]

[carbonfrozen]

[Oops.]

All right, fine. I'm on a bench, you can't miss me. [You know, the shivery guy who's got a blanket on him? It's a convenient blanket anyway, because it's late and Han hasn't exactly slept in a while. Or. Maybe he has, he's not really all that sure, the carbonite robbed him of that certainty.

Still, he makes a valiant effort at catching a few minutes' rest, waiting up on Luke.]