( Shealtiel, as he promised, moves to work quickly. His hand shoots in and grabs stuffed animal after stuffed animal, throwing them aside like he's on a shopping spree.
Honestly, he could have a career in robbing claw machines like this.
There's one toy in particular, though— the last one. It's covered in blood, and when Shealtiel reaches for it, it moves suddenly, slipping back and just out of his grip. He grunts, leaning forward, his shoulder fully into the machine. )
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Honestly, he could have a career in robbing claw machines like this.
There's one toy in particular, though— the last one. It's covered in blood, and when Shealtiel reaches for it, it moves suddenly, slipping back and just out of his grip. He grunts, leaning forward, his shoulder fully into the machine. )
It's moving...! Hold it just a little longer!