[She leaves the room, and he finally stops clinging to the wall. He flaps around a little, landing on the arm of the couch, looking around -- ah, the table looks likely. Table dark. Blankets could go over it.
When she comes back, when he spots her feet from where he is, hanging by his feet under the table, she'll hear a voice:]
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When she comes back, when he spots her feet from where he is, hanging by his feet under the table, she'll hear a voice:]
I'm under here!