let's all get out.

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[so he's not too thrilled to be picking up after people, but he's picking up the broken glass in the kitchen anyway. looks like someone broke the china there, and it's scattered all over the place. armed with a dustpan and bare feet, he's picking things up.]

--n-no one come in here, 'k-... 'kay? There's broken glass and--and I really d-don't wanna see someone cut.

[even though, he's got quite a few band-aids himself, in some shorts and a t-shirt. a few scattered bruises and cuts here and there. none are fresh, though.]