[b][center][h3][color=orange] Lein [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=orange]Location:[/color][/b] Closet
[b][color=orange]Interactions:[/color][/b] [@VitaVitaAR]
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[i]Nom des déesses de merde, now!?[/i]

[color=orange]"-YEP-HI-JUST-GIMME-MOMENT-"[/color] A couple words tumbled out through grit teeth.

Lein dared not turn his head around, but his balance nonetheless faltered just enough to let loose a bottle from the box. In an impossible swing, he used his one free leg to intercept the bottle's downfall and soften its landing just enough for it to tumble unto the floor without breaking. The bottle rolled unceremoniously across the floor, the rest rattling above and eager to join it. With his entire focus dedicated on cursing his situation and his grip clearly slipping from the sudden unwelcome intervention, Lein grimanced as if to direct an invisible force of will into stalling the inevitable as long as possible.

[color=orange]"-HELP-"[/color]