[A frustrated noise has to be choked in the back of Lancia’s throat, and he tries to keep himself in check by curling his fingers into the palm of his hand. It all sounds like bureaucratic red tape nonsense, the kind of thing he can remember more than one person in his past sneering about and dipping into more…. Questionable ways of speeding things up.]
[But that’s not his life anymore, so he take in a deep breath and nods.]
no subject
[But that’s not his life anymore, so he take in a deep breath and nods.]
I think I can do tat.