Buttons would wonder how that would work. Perhaps with a
stick and a piece of fishing wire he could conjure up a floating bottle by
attaching it to his deerstalker. But
most likely it would cause him to fly straight into a wall. But Sherduck was
already off as the laughs rang out from the retirement party. Perhaps embarrassment
had already got the better of him and he was seeking a shelter to sleep everything
off and deny everything in the morning…
…Sherduck stormed down the corridor. He’d already
pickpocketed one of the other technician’s keys much earlier, but he’d had to
put on a show to prove to everyone that it wasn’t his fault that someone had
left their key in the lock. Hopefully he’d be in and out before the morning
watch cottoned onto the fact that he’d broken protocol yet gain, though he must
remember to tidy up better this time.
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