[Holmes is just kinda rolling over the floor as much as he can, considering he's all curled up and both hands are holding onto his foot. Hot dang that smarts. Some of the wallpaper has curled and stained in response to his dismay, oops.]
Mr. Naruhodou, why the deuce- [...] ... Mr. Naruhodou?
[He sits up quite suddenly, wide eyes taking in the sight before him. The mist clears away immediately and the scene is illuminated with a bright light.]
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Mr. Naruhodou, why the deuce- [...] ... Mr. Naruhodou?
[He sits up quite suddenly, wide eyes taking in the sight before him. The mist clears away immediately and the scene is illuminated with a bright light.]