[ Mouse thumbs over his shoulder and then, without so much as a prompt or a suggestion, begins to trot off in that direction. The kid's tiny — I'm talking five foot three on a good day, tiny — and his legs aren't so much stumpy as all of him's just small. It makes him look like a kid as he starts his way down the hall with a loping gallop.
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He chirps over his shoulder: ]
Smurfette. Sexy Smurfette.