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| [ There's a muffled thump, slap thump, thump, slap of small palms slapping against hard flooring. Paired with that is the sound of cloth sliding against wood, as Amory squirms and slides belly down on the floor. ]
The thumping continues until a large clatter breaks the momentum. Clatter, clunk, his communicator tumbles out of his pocket, snapping on the camera to reveal a small boy around six or seven. He's belly down on the floor, having been trying to slide his way out of The Blue Light without anyone seeing him.
One small hand extends to pick up the dropped item, and without knowing that the camera's even on, he grips it in his hand as he continues to slide across the floor. Amory squirms against the side of the bar, darting then under an empty table. A quick check of left and right in search of legs and other hard obstacles, and then he darts once more under a table.
He aims for another table closer to the exit, but this time he darts head first, nose first, actually, into someone's knees. ]OW— [ A bit of stifled whining. ] That hurt. ( ooc ) | |
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