16th dish - voice
[The transmission begins with a click and a low, windy sound - he's already outside, leaning against a wall somewhere with the communicator propped up next to him.
Silence. A few more clicks, this time belonging to a cranky lighter. The distant sizzle of a cigarette being lit followed by a deep inhale.
More silence. A shaky exhale. An indistinct mix of shoes scraping against concrete and fingers fumbling with the communicator before the feed cuts off.
There's really nothing to say.]
Silence. A few more clicks, this time belonging to a cranky lighter. The distant sizzle of a cigarette being lit followed by a deep inhale.
More silence. A shaky exhale. An indistinct mix of shoes scraping against concrete and fingers fumbling with the communicator before the feed cuts off.
There's really nothing to say.]