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[watchesthebeans]

[Exploring a shelf, among the knickknacks.]

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[watchesthebeans]

Aglet squirms, trying instinctively to get free of her grip. His stomach flutters when she lifts him and he stills, opting to try to grab onto her fingers instead. He feels certain she's going to deliberately drop him no matter her reassurances, and he can all too easily visualize the long fall and the messy splat at the end. Moaning, he digs in his fingers as best he can. "Please, just...just let me go. Please."