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The door opens and shuts rather abruptly, as a small boy with a large head (currently suffering a visible scrape, and a bit of dirt, possibly with a side of bruises) ducks inside. Someone with a sharp eye might catch a glimpse of an slightly off-kilter school skool hallway, with a crowd of belligerent children approaching.
Dib pauses, panting, his eyes darting about warily, the fight-or-flight instinct quite clearly still active in his brain. Then something almost visibly clicks in his brain, and he relaxes with a sigh.
"Milliways. Huh. I didn't know I could get here from skool. Wish I'd known sooner," he mutters to himself. He shakes his head a little, and then turns, opens the door, and peers out at what he left behind.
He grimaces.
"Great."
Dib pauses, panting, his eyes darting about warily, the fight-or-flight instinct quite clearly still active in his brain. Then something almost visibly clicks in his brain, and he relaxes with a sigh.
"Milliways. Huh. I didn't know I could get here from skool. Wish I'd known sooner," he mutters to himself. He shakes his head a little, and then turns, opens the door, and peers out at what he left behind.
He grimaces.
"Great."