Apparently this is just going from surprise to surprise, because as the moving box is pointed out, there's another shriek, this one distinctly frustrated, and he lunges to his feet, grabbing the sack of mysterious white powder and scrambling after the box with all the coordinated grace of a puppet with only half its strings.
It doesn't help that he STILL hasn't quite learned how to compensate for altered balance of having only one arm, but he's doing his best!
The silent approach doesn't seem to be in the cards anymore, by the string of curses that follow the mad scramble after the scooting box. And then the logic puzzle of how to get on the moving box with one hand while that one hand is OCCUPIED with carrying something. The bag is only abandoned with GREAT reluctance in favor of scrambling up onto the box, whereupon it slows to a creep, but it's definitely still moving.
It's thumped with one small fist. "Knock it off!" ... "..H..hey, uh. Mister. Can you .. get that for me?" The discarded bag, presumably.
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It doesn't help that he STILL hasn't quite learned how to compensate for altered balance of having only one arm, but he's doing his best!
The silent approach doesn't seem to be in the cards anymore, by the string of curses that follow the mad scramble after the scooting box. And then the logic puzzle of how to get on the moving box with one hand while that one hand is OCCUPIED with carrying something. The bag is only abandoned with GREAT reluctance in favor of scrambling up onto the box, whereupon it slows to a creep, but it's definitely still moving.
It's thumped with one small fist. "Knock it off!" ... "..H..hey, uh. Mister. Can you .. get that for me?" The discarded bag, presumably.