Drabble: Hop

Hop.

The witch hat’s brim bounced on his head and brushed against his nose. Some of his blonde hair was pushed with it, and every hop he could feel its weight bounce.

Hop.

Every hop had to be careful, because he was still in his socks and it was a polished wooden floor. If he slipped, he’d probably land on his butt and be…

Uncomfortable.

Hop!

Couldn’t just walk, of course not. The doorway. Resting his wrists on it, he leant around and, bold as he could, whispered:

“S-senpai? Are you um, do you think you could untie me soon?”
witch hat

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