[Standing in the kitchen, wearing a blouse that, on her small frame, is essentially a dress, stands Reimi — evidently about six or seven years old. Certainly old enough to speak in complete sentences. Also certainly old enough to know she's definitely going to be in trouble for the mess.
The bigger problem, however, is that she's barefoot (little toes peeking out from beneath the hem of the blouse-dress) and standing in a puddle of what looks like root beer, with dangerous shards of glass all around.
She's wise enough not to have moved, at least. But she's definitely trapped on an island amid a sea of sharp edges and sticky beverage.]
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The bigger problem, however, is that she's barefoot (little toes peeking out from beneath the hem of the blouse-dress) and standing in a puddle of what looks like root beer, with dangerous shards of glass all around.
She's wise enough not to have moved, at least. But she's definitely trapped on an island amid a sea of sharp edges and sticky beverage.]