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Harold and Snowball sneak out of room ten as quietly as they can. He doesn't bring much, his crayon, the amulet Prue gave him, and a blanket. No one stirs, so they assume they haven't woken anyone. It's just too soon and he's too afraid to stay.
Slowly Harold creeps downstairs. There are a few scattered patrons, but no one he reconizes. He considers going and ordering something from Bar but there's someone over there who kinda looks a bit scary and everything looks different at night, even if things are lit. He looks around and then goes to the farthest corner of the bar and crawls under the table. Snowball insists on getting next to the wall and Harold uses her as a pillow, then puts the blanket over him. He might whimper a little.
Slowly Harold creeps downstairs. There are a few scattered patrons, but no one he reconizes. He considers going and ordering something from Bar but there's someone over there who kinda looks a bit scary and everything looks different at night, even if things are lit. He looks around and then goes to the farthest corner of the bar and crawls under the table. Snowball insists on getting next to the wall and Harold uses her as a pillow, then puts the blanket over him. He might whimper a little.