[In the brief window of time between Claude's descent and inevitable fall, Sieghart ponders whether or not he should wake him up. A fall from a couch isn't going to kill anyone. It would be pretty funny, even—proper entertainment after everything that's happened.
He decides that he'll leave it up to Claude as he comes to stand in front of the couch.]
Hey, Claude. You're going to fall if you don't wake up.
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There is a book in his hand and a book on his face, and his feet have been thrown over the back of the couch while his head rests on the seat.
But he's sliding, soon to hit the ground.
Rescue him, Sieghart... ]
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He decides that he'll leave it up to Claude as he comes to stand in front of the couch.]
Hey, Claude. You're going to fall if you don't wake up.
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Anyway, Claude slides neatly off the couch, groggily awake when he hears Sieghart, just in time for his head to bonk gently into the ground.
He doesn't seem very bothered. ]
Thanks... for your assistance.
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He grins down at Claude.]
Were the books so boring that they put you sleep?
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I wouldn't say that—I might've overindulged. What brings you to this humble tomb of tomes?
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But I wouldn't call myself a miracle worker.
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If anyone could manage to be innocent for so long, it would be someone already an anomaly.
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[ stares ]
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