[He sees the door open and scoots to the back of the shelf, watching and beaming. It had taken a very long time, but Bell had come looking.
Then the shelf creaked. Youth blinked, pretty sure that was a bad noise. But crouched-down little bodies don't move all that fast, and he hardly had time to un-crouch before the shelf collapsed, dropping them in a pile of towels.]
Quicklog!
Then the shelf creaked. Youth blinked, pretty sure that was a bad noise. But crouched-down little bodies don't move all that fast, and he hardly had time to un-crouch before the shelf collapsed, dropping them in a pile of towels.]
You broke my hiding spot.