[ The smell of crabs bursts into the kitchen, strong enough to get Scott to wrinkle his nose from where he's currently doing the tango with his mattress. And while he can't see over it at the moment, he can hear the clatter of the bucket and the subsequent skittering of the crabs against the floor.
Moreover, he can feel their skinny little legs and claws against his ankles, the feeling is enough to send a shiver up his spine. ]
Hey, whoa.
[ He does his best to not step on the little creatures but his mattress is growing increasingly unwieldy in his distress and suddenly he no longer has a good grip on it when he just
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Moreover, he can feel their skinny little legs and claws against his ankles, the feeling is enough to send a shiver up his spine. ]
Hey, whoa.
[ He does his best to not step on the little creatures but his mattress is growing increasingly unwieldy in his distress and suddenly he no longer has a good grip on it when he just
tips over: forward, right toward Rin. ]