[Alas, the vacuum's trajectory isn't quite as clear-cut this time around. It does an admirable job of feinting and swerving in the tight quarters, making one false pass, and then another. But just as it's about to go in a third time, for real—]
Ah, Eclair! There you are!
[—the voice of a young girl sounds over the din of the vacuum's motor. Almost comically, the vacuum stutters to a stop, and then it just kind of...flops over, something orange and sparkly ejecting itself from somewhere inside it.
That something zigzags a path to the speaker, coming to a sharp stop above her cupped hands. It's only then that she looks up, her eyes following the path to the vacuum cleaner, and then to Felix.]
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Ah, Eclair! There you are!
[—the voice of a young girl sounds over the din of the vacuum's motor. Almost comically, the vacuum stutters to a stop, and then it just kind of...flops over, something orange and sparkly ejecting itself from somewhere inside it.
That something zigzags a path to the speaker, coming to a sharp stop above her cupped hands. It's only then that she looks up, her eyes following the path to the vacuum cleaner, and then to Felix.]
Oh! I'm sorry, was he bothering you?