A tilt, a shift, a peering of a curious eye. It took a bit of doing to get some light through that opening in the lid without prying it open further. But try Franz did, despite the difficulties afforded by Leanne's attempts to get a better look herself. At least the box itself wasn't overly heavy - after all, it had been kicked so easily not moments before. It had some weight to it, sure, but nothing that wasn't easily overcome.
And so, Franz was able to get a bit of light in and - more importantly - get a eye on the contents without blocking out that same light source. Which... turned out to be not all that enlightening really. Inside the box was a sack which, itself, seemed to have something in it. Something sizable, since the edges of the bag pressed snugly against the walls of the box, slightly deforming whatever lay within it. No wonder it hadn't made any addition sounds when being smacked around!
Finding a bag in a box might have seemed disheartening at first, but it was no bland old popoto sack. It was colored a mixture of various pink hues that spilled into and over each other without a care, and seemed to be made of a fabric at least a few steps up from the burlap of a popoto sack. Linen maybe, or satin? It was hard to say without actually taking it out and feeling it. Looked rather... cute, though.
And tying off the bag? A pretty little blue ribbon, tied tight into a bow around the mouth. The draped excess had been stuffed down further into the box, held in place against the sides by the bag itself. And, despite all the knocking and jostling about, the knot seemed to have held fast. It would need to be removed the proper way - or cut - to see what lay within.
The mystery of the box had progressed! It was a bag! A pretty pink bag tied up with a pretty blue bow! But where had it come from, and why was it here? Those questions still remained; along with one new question.
What was in the bag?
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((No, there's not YET ANOTHER container in the bag. I'm not that terrible.))
And so, Franz was able to get a bit of light in and - more importantly - get a eye on the contents without blocking out that same light source. Which... turned out to be not all that enlightening really. Inside the box was a sack which, itself, seemed to have something in it. Something sizable, since the edges of the bag pressed snugly against the walls of the box, slightly deforming whatever lay within it. No wonder it hadn't made any addition sounds when being smacked around!
Finding a bag in a box might have seemed disheartening at first, but it was no bland old popoto sack. It was colored a mixture of various pink hues that spilled into and over each other without a care, and seemed to be made of a fabric at least a few steps up from the burlap of a popoto sack. Linen maybe, or satin? It was hard to say without actually taking it out and feeling it. Looked rather... cute, though.
And tying off the bag? A pretty little blue ribbon, tied tight into a bow around the mouth. The draped excess had been stuffed down further into the box, held in place against the sides by the bag itself. And, despite all the knocking and jostling about, the knot seemed to have held fast. It would need to be removed the proper way - or cut - to see what lay within.
The mystery of the box had progressed! It was a bag! A pretty pink bag tied up with a pretty blue bow! But where had it come from, and why was it here? Those questions still remained; along with one new question.
What was in the bag?
((No, there's not YET ANOTHER container in the bag. I'm not that terrible.))
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