[ At the sight of the papers flying around the room, the Operator immediately leaps in through the window and joins the boy in trying to grab them out of the air. ]
No, no, I'm sorry—that was my fault—
[ By the time the papers have been successfully wrangled, the Operator is red in the face and not from exertion. Some entrance they'd made; the boy had offered them hospitality and they'd repaid him by wrecking his room. They hand the papers they've collected meekly back to him. ]
I'm really sorry about that, [ they repeat. ] Here are your, um— [ A glance down at the papers. ] ...sigils?
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No, no, I'm sorry—that was my fault—
[ By the time the papers have been successfully wrangled, the Operator is red in the face and not from exertion. Some entrance they'd made; the boy had offered them hospitality and they'd repaid him by wrecking his room. They hand the papers they've collected meekly back to him. ]
I'm really sorry about that, [ they repeat. ] Here are your, um— [ A glance down at the papers. ] ...sigils?