010 [Voice] Backdated to the night of the festival

[threeswordsoul]

[There's a low half-growl in the background when the entry opens, a man's anger obscuring his words to near-unintelligibility - "...fucking cowardly thief, break into my house, I'll break your goddamn head" - which cuts off into oppressive silence... then Nami's voice, distinctly flat and weary.]

First off, whoever you are, you're an ass. You know

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[lost_pig_boy]

What was stolen?

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[threeswordsoul]

Everything in the house safe.

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[lost_pig_boy]

What about you and Nami?

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[threeswordsoul]

They were gone by the time we got home - we're fine. [For physical values of 'fine', anyway.]

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[lost_pig_boy]

That's good to hear. [Hopefully those valuables weren't too valuable.]

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[threeswordsoul]

Mm. [That's agreement...but after a pause, with a distinct overtone of frustration:] If we got home earlier I could've stopped them.