[ innocently enough, falco obediently scurries over to the cloth to be diligent, but just as easily as he goes like a moth to fire, or a mouse to a freshly placed trap, he doesn’t suspect a thing.
the last thing he saw was his own hand reaching for the cloth and his jaws clattering out his voice: yes si—. with a measured hit over the head or behind it, the boy is out like a light and may very well topple onto the cool floor if left to gravity. ]
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the last thing he saw was his own hand reaching for the cloth and his jaws clattering out his voice: yes si—. with a measured hit over the head or behind it, the boy is out like a light and may very well topple onto the cool floor if left to gravity. ]