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[When the feed kicks on, it's mid-motion, the viewer thrown into a tumble. There's the flash of velvet draperies, a polished oak desk, windows, and then the ornate carpet as it bounces against the ground, and finally settled there, turned on it's side. The device had been thrown against a wall, the collision there-in flipping the feed on. Now, finally still, the room tilted sideways, all is oddly silent... save for the sound of heavy breathing. So far across the room, just at the fringe of the camera's view, a pair of scrawny legs, a pair of trousers, the bottom of a suit jacket. Slowly, he backs further and further away from the device, bringing more of himself into view. It's barely a second though, before young master Phantomhive turns and dashes from the room, slamming the door behind him.
He'll be back to retrieve the device later. For now, it lays there on the carpet, in the empty room.]
He'll be back to retrieve the device later. For now, it lays there on the carpet, in the empty room.]