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Sometimes, jobs don't go like you hope they will.
And sometimes, the only way out of them is to run like bloody hell, and duck into the first hiding place you come to.
And so: the door to the bar is flung open by a small, skinny shape, and slammed shut.
The child -- a boy, judging by the dress, and about thirteen -- stops dead as the sound of the slam fades, and stares, eyes big in a sharp face. This is a posh place, not the disreputable boarding house expected. And the nabbing culls are outside, probably, and--
If she wasn't in trouble before, Kim thinks to herself, she is now.
[ooc: A few salient details.
ETA: So much with the bedtime, unfortunately. I love you ALL.]
And sometimes, the only way out of them is to run like bloody hell, and duck into the first hiding place you come to.
And so: the door to the bar is flung open by a small, skinny shape, and slammed shut.
The child -- a boy, judging by the dress, and about thirteen -- stops dead as the sound of the slam fades, and stares, eyes big in a sharp face. This is a posh place, not the disreputable boarding house expected. And the nabbing culls are outside, probably, and--
If she wasn't in trouble before, Kim thinks to herself, she is now.
[ooc: A few salient details.
ETA: So much with the bedtime, unfortunately. I love you ALL.]