 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
Thankfully Mouse had had enough grace to stop herself from splaying out across the floor with her person, having caught herself with her now empty hands on the wall before she'd done so, but clearly her belongings had not been nearly as lucky. Scooping up her bag and a couple of quills that rolled out right in front of her feet, she moved further down the corridor and glanced around a corner where majority of the pencils had apparently chosen to hide - spotting a familiar blonde head already working on picking them up.
A relieved smile crossed her facility, both at Charlie's familiarity but also that he was still on two feet and had not been taken out by her clumsiness. "Oh, hi Charlie! Thank you!" She squatted down as well, reaching out to likewise grab some of the writing utensils and picking up the tin to drop them in. She chuckled softly at his observation about it looking like a tin cookie and after a glance over she gave a nod in agreement. "It does look like that. But my tin doesn't hold anything nearly as exciting, I just use it for a pencil case." She dropped a few more in as evidence. "What are you doing this way?"
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