THE WORLD IS FINE BY THE OCEAN || MEETING [02/22]

[LYSANDER]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]The warehouse made his nose tickle. Lysander watched the dusty windows, staring with a curious, golden expression, stopping to rest against a beam at a reasonable distance from Green. Lysander was still trying to get into the swing of this new, grouped up life, and as he waited for the beginning of the meeting, he wondered how he'd gotten this far without doing something stupid. Quirking his eyebrows at Green in greeting, Lysander crossed his arms, crinkling his nose as he resisted the urge to sneeze.