[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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	Someone must have had a terrible day, because the step-stool in the maids' closet was broken and had neglected to fix it. Usually the humble closet, as out of the way it was, yet retained a good keeping of all its wares. The high shelves were regularily dusted, supplies well maintained and the inconspicuous box in the corner unseen. But today, the stepstool had fallen victim to disrepair. Well, not quite so visibly. It was the insidious kind of fracture, the kind that would hide itself under the flaking paint until an unfortunate soul would climb it, rely on it, tip-toe on it, and the whole thing would split apart in a spectacular fashion.

	Someone must have had a terrible day, Lein knew for sure, because that very someone was a Hundi stuck in a precarious position. He was dangling a good foot and a half off the ground, clinging desperately unto the top shelf with one hand with a foot supporting a broom that itself supported an inconspicuous box jingling with conspicous sound of glass. In his other hand, at the very tips of his fingers, supported yet another inconspicuous box, also hosting glass bottles crowding over the edge, spectating the Hundi's remarkably maintained impasse. His tail remained petrified in the air, frazzled out of its usual magnificance in shock, daring not to move even a centimeter and disrupting the balancing act.

	Mhmm. This was fine. He just had to crawl his hand away from the box to free - bottle of unlabeled liquid peered over the edge - nope. No, this was fine, really. Lein had to wait. His leg was sore, he wasn't sure how much longer this broom could hold the box, and he definitely was not supposed to be here - but surely, Lein the great escapist could figure something out.