[A sparkle to his eyes that dims in the same moment it forms, lapsing as he abruptly sits back, one hand dropping to his side to quest about for something to hold. There's nothing. Nothing but dirt floor, and he rakes at a fistful of the stuff in a woefully inadequate means of anchoring himself down.]
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[A sparkle to his eyes that dims in the same moment it forms, lapsing as he abruptly sits back, one hand dropping to his side to quest about for something to hold. There's nothing. Nothing but dirt floor, and he rakes at a fistful of the stuff in a woefully inadequate means of anchoring himself down.]
[Doesn't work.]