[Clara trots along eagerly at Kuai's heels with her tablet at hand, ready to do some very serious questioning. Meanwhile, the little spirit squirms, squints those eyes into slits just visible through the holes in the mask as they approach, then cautiously opens the eye nearest to Kuai and grips some of his fingers with a small, three-clawed hand in order to haul itself up. It still has the torch firmly clasped in its teeth, and in fact holds it so tightly that it's starting to drool.
Clara leans in, smiling.]
And where do you think you are going with that torch? All torch requests must be approved and counted, you know.
[The spirit leans back and tries to pull away, but thunks backward into Kuai's leg. It gives a muffled squeak-growl in surprise, which coincidentally sounds a bit like the word "mauve", then tries to turn and squeeze between Kuai's legs to get away from the much too close robot face.]
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Clara leans in, smiling.]
And where do you think you are going with that torch? All torch requests must be approved and counted, you know.
[The spirit leans back and tries to pull away, but thunks backward into Kuai's leg. It gives a muffled squeak-growl in surprise, which coincidentally sounds a bit like the word "mauve", then tries to turn and squeeze between Kuai's legs to get away from the much too close robot face.]