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Strel suddenly gave a short barking laugh, almost as though he had more laughter hidden away and had accidentally managed to let out a solitary one. This woman was certainly an amusing one, especially if she thought that what she said made any sense or that it would persuade him of the truth of what had happened. The cloth had fallen on her, so she said. That was so illogical that a rather broad grin appeared on the lighthearted Dauphin's face. It was simply funny that that was the best that Terra could do at a moment's notice. There had to be some other clever way to change the situation.
"Let me get this right, it fell on you and you wanted to get out of it?" He began, smoothing out the cloth on the bed and then starting to slowly pace to the wall. Strel lightly touched the mural and smiled at the memory of painting it with Mati. Lavender eyes glanced at the woman again as his fingers slipped off the shiny wall. "The cloth, inanimate and without a brain or the ability to move, fell on you from where it was laying?" Pursing his lips, the redhead tapped his chin lightly. "And you were twirling to get out of it, is that right?"
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