[Mike watches as tiny ball of fluff finishes, and skitters away into the next room with a merry loll of his tongue. One blink, two blinks, and, ] We could just throw it out. Get a new one.
[Because he really doesn't want to get off the floor right now. Getting off the floor would mean getting even farther away from the moment Frodo inadvertently interrupted. Eyes locked, noses a hair apart, something so strange and big between them. Mike wants it back, wants to hold onto it a little longer, try to put words to it.]
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[Because he really doesn't want to get off the floor right now. Getting off the floor would mean getting even farther away from the moment Frodo inadvertently interrupted. Eyes locked, noses a hair apart, something so strange and big between them. Mike wants it back, wants to hold onto it a little longer, try to put words to it.]