[ speak of the fucking devil. strohl's over dealing with the suitcase while this is happening, which means when he finally gets the bag off of the poro's leg and checks it, his heart drops almost into his stomach, and his head snaps up.
it looks comical, from a distance - he's holding the poro out at arms length, and the look on his face is almost gutted as he whips his head around to search the crowd of figures. no prince, no glodell (thank fucking god, he almost forgot about that guy), no basilio or heismay, but - ]
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it looks comical, from a distance - he's holding the poro out at arms length, and the look on his face is almost gutted as he whips his head around to search the crowd of figures. no prince, no glodell (thank fucking god, he almost forgot about that guy), no basilio or heismay, but - ]
--- Vi.