Lion, that was such a bad question. Especially since it’s one Angus would’ve answered honestly anyway. We’re not going to bother with rolling, either, as a result.
“If I had to guess . . .” He rubs his chin like a tiny, comical grandpa. “They’re either some kind of tracking device or a way to communicate. Maybe both. I’m not sure how the communication would work, but it makes sense if you have so many people in a group to be able to talk when you’re separated. That’s what I would do if I was part of a secret organization.”
There are less savory possibilities, but he doesn’t want to talk about those, despite how present they are in his mind here in Wonderland. There is a moment of thoughtful silence. Then he blinks up at Lion and asks a question of his own.
no subject
“If I had to guess . . .” He rubs his chin like a tiny, comical grandpa. “They’re either some kind of tracking device or a way to communicate. Maybe both. I’m not sure how the communication would work, but it makes sense if you have so many people in a group to be able to talk when you’re separated. That’s what I would do if I was part of a secret organization.”
There are less savory possibilities, but he doesn’t want to talk about those, despite how present they are in his mind here in Wonderland. There is a moment of thoughtful silence. Then he blinks up at Lion and asks a question of his own.
“What do you guys do?”