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Door opens, datapad slides through.
Followed by some socks.
Followed by a pair of shoes, and a body and a head, belonging to Kira Isek. "Kriffing socks, give me my datapad!"
The socks make vague squealing noises, pushing the datapad under a booth, and cowering in the corner with it.
Kira, in her Master's robes, is now halfway under said booth, trying to grab the datapad back.
Amazingly, even socks hurt a little when they bite.
Followed by some socks.
Followed by a pair of shoes, and a body and a head, belonging to Kira Isek. "Kriffing socks, give me my datapad!"
The socks make vague squealing noises, pushing the datapad under a booth, and cowering in the corner with it.
Kira, in her Master's robes, is now halfway under said booth, trying to grab the datapad back.
Amazingly, even socks hurt a little when they bite.