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*Coen stumbles in through a window landing on his back with a thud and an Oof, he quickly stands up looking around, he walks around the house slowly and comes into a bedroom he stops in the doorway and spots a bag of gems, his eye wide and a dumb grin on his face, he picks up the bag barely able to hold it with his tiny arms, he wobbles back to the window, he realises he can't lift it up with him, he can hear footstep coming from down the hall in a panic he runs out of the room and running right into you and falling down with a yelp, the bag of gems falls down and spills everywhere some break, Coen looks up* Eck, am...a..am sorry I didn't mean to um I was made yeah someone made me do this *he says this thinking it was smart and would get him outta this, he finds himself getting lifting into the air as you holds him up in the air from his tail, Coen panics trying to grab onto something as he dangles upside down* AH! what are you doing, please don't hurt me! *He says with big puppy dog eyes*
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