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The cricket dives into his sleeve and stays there. He probably should be careful; under the sleeve it's easy to crush it.
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Luckily for the cricket, Martin's jacket is too large for him and therefore spacious.
Keeping his arm still, Martin moved his head to peer into his sleeve.
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The cricket has stopped moving. It's just chillin'.
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"Do you like it there?"
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Yes, it does. It's making small screechy sounds again.
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Martin's happy with the cricket. He allows it to remain in his sleeve, undisturbed. And he's surprisingly good at keeping his arm immobile?
"Hey, Kiaane, it likes my jacket!"
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Kiaane peers back through a bookshelf. They cannot see the cricket, but they take his word for it. Their gaze lingers on their sleeve for a long instant.
The cricket is just making scratchy noises, seemingly happily.
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"I forgot what crickets eat," he thought out loud.
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"Leafy greens and some fruit," Kiaane says without really thinking about it.
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"I think I have an apple left somewhere," Martin commented to the cricket, as if it could reply.
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The cricket pokes its head out of his sleeve.
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"Yes, an apple!" He continues. "Maybe I can bring it. Do you want it now?"
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"It's not hungry," Kiaane says from their position.
The cricket somewhat clings to the edge of his jacket.
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"Aww, I wanted to share with it."
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"You can do so regardless," they point out, putting a book back into the shelf and sealing the peephole they were using.
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"Maybe later, then," he reasons.
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Certainly, nothing stops him from doing so.
Almost nothing, perhaps.
The cricket burrows back into a rolled up section of his sleeve. Now it's snug in there.
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Cute.
Martin checks that he's not accidentally squishing it up.
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He's not. Hopefully he just remembers not to smash his arm into anything, but he should be good to lower his arm now. It's like a small pocket.
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Martin did lower his arm slowly and with care. He was happy that the cricket was with him.
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The cricket probably is too, to some extent.
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"Did you find a book you were looking for?" Martin asks Kiaane.
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"I am looking for no particular book."
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"Then why come here? To read for fun?"
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"No."
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"Thennnnnnn... why?"
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"To read."
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"Right." Martin turned his attention to another bookshelf.
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That bookshelf looks about the same as the other ones as well.
"How--" Kiaane starts, without being initiated to. They lapse into silence a moment later.
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"'How' what?"