Chuck Hansen (
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In the ConnPod, Evening [Edgar]
Chuck's thumbing through The Disappearing Floor, waiting for a set of diagnostics to finish running, when he hears it.
He straightens, taking the headphones out of his ears, and listens harder.
Skitter.
"Oi, Edgar."
He straightens, taking the headphones out of his ears, and listens harder.
Skitter.
"Oi, Edgar."
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The squirrel chitters, and drops to four feet, watching them, claws curling around the buttons of the screen display.
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"Right, you little monster," he says to the squirrel, keeping his voice low, "don't you give us any trouble now."
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Instead he sliiides forward on his socks, leaning back slightly so's to not startle the squirrel with the length of shirt. If he just keeps it below the edge of the control panel, then he can --
The squirrel tenses, and Chuck tenses, and it jumps.
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The squirrel bolts past him, zigzagging behind Chuck and going for the mess of gears under Edgar's hammock -- and diving under the dropped and forgotten comic book.
"Hey," Edgar protests sharply, "get out of it, you little --"
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The squirrel appears to agree that this does not, in fact, seem to be a safe place for squirrels, and makes a dash for the stairwell.
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If the door at the bottom of the stairs is closed -- and it should be -- they'll have it cornered!