under the table | dot & mouse
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[Mouse’s PDD vibrates again, and he grins before he resumes carving absently into the table leg with a broken ballpoint. He doesn’t have to wait long for a pair of feet to come into view of his hiding spot. Only partly propped up on his book bag and bundled-up coat, he addresses the legs in a flat near-whisper---it’s still a library, after all. He’s not completely lawless.] What’s the password?
@dot-speckter














