#lostlittlegrounder

((however he’s pissed off that people don’t follow protocol every day of his life.))

When the door opened this time, Swindle was fussing over an antique juke box. It was stuck between playing some old anthem and an ear aching rendition of a song from a nearby radio station. Despite The noise, he still looked up and offered his trademark smile. “Welcome to my shop, anything I can interest you in?”

“You know, on the way here I heard a song playing that mentioned something about one being the loneliest number. Wittiness aside, I don’t know that I agree that two or three or even four are then inherently less lonely than one.”

::Yes?:: he drawled, doorwings flicking a little unseen across the comm.

(( @lostlittlegrounder - ohhhh noooooo did i do something wrong :'D it was just from memory about set theory...

DONT TEMPT ME I REALLY DO LOVE THE TWINS 

::What do you want, Sideswipe, you just left. Did you lock yourself out again?::

“Well, long time no see!” Nightsun laughed as he lounged on his couch. “How’s my favourite little shortie?”