[The small...thing winces as it pushes itself to its feet, claws scraping on rumpled bits of trash. It winces again at a loud grumble from someone nearby.]
Sorry... ["Sorry" doesn't count for much, though. His ears press back, and his head's still ducked when he peers at the woman who's looking down at him.] ...It was an accident.
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Sorry... ["Sorry" doesn't count for much, though. His ears press back, and his head's still ducked when he peers at the woman who's looking down at him.] ...It was an accident.