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Originally Posted by RedAnger
I don't even bother questioning about it, I hurl myself onto the bed and use the springs to boost myself up. I have to admit, I am pretty pleased that I managed to get halfway in even. Fear must have given me extra strength. I grip onto a beam that stretches over the floor, and heave my legs in. There is little to no light up here, other than the open trapdoor. I turn myself around to peer through. "Don't let him know I'm here!"
Sir Darkwood's smile was un-faltered by the shepherd's glare. "Sir Alfred Darkwood, at your service." He swept his wide-brimmed hat off in a theatrical bow, cane tucked under his arm.Straightening up again, he said, "now, I believe my nephew has found his way into your domain, and I require permission to search for him." He refrained from using his usual word, pet, for the rabbit, and play it safe with nephew. It was kind of true, anyway.
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Aster nodded, and carefully closed the trapdoor. Inside, fairy lights were hung from pipes and beams on the ceiling, and a lantern sat beside a large galaxy-themed beanbag. There was a bookcase propped against the wall, and a chemistry set that was bubbling with unidentifiable liquids. After Aster closed the trapdoor, they shot downstairs, and skidded to a halt beside Master Fortune.
Fortune's lip twitched in annoyance, and he crossed his arms. Who did this fleabag think he was, asking permission to search his home? The dog was silent for a moment, not glancing back when he heard his apprentice rush behind him. All Fortune was thinking about was how annoying this weirdo was. "If somebody was on my property, I'd know." He turned to face Aster, glare boring into the scrawny cat. "Is anybody here that I don't know about?" He barked. "N-no sir." Fortune whipped back to face Darkwood, expecting him to leave.