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( for once, Belle isn’t cleaning so much as she is poking around in things that she probably shouldn’t be touching at while Rumplestiltskin isn’t in his room to keep her from his things. it isn’t all that often that she ventures into his room (save for cleaning it) so it’s safe to say her curiosity has likely gotten the best of her; and at the moment, she’s not aware she’s being recorded by her little trinket that was likely left behind in here when she was cleaning up )

Just what are you up to lately, hm…? ( she’s walking her fingers along the various oblong shaped bottles that hold a variety of potions within their confinements, tilting her head at some, narrowing her eyes to others to better see the contents — but never does she pick one up ) I wonder what this—

( her subconscious gets the better of her, though and imagining a noise (or possibly truly hearing one) Belle jerks to stand upright again. veering her body rather quickly to look at the door, she’s startled to see that no one is there but even moreso at the noise of shattering glass — she’d knocked a vial over )

Oh no!

( she’s about to kneel and grab the pieces when from the ground where the bottle shattered, a vast, thick purple colored fog erupts and covers the whole of the room, causing the device to lose Belle’s form as she’s engulfed by it. although it can’t be seen anymore, Belle stumbles through the ‘cloud’ to the window in the hopes that opening it will cause the mess to disperse but it fails and soon she’s coughing from the thick smoke-like substance )

Rumple—! ( alas, he’s not home after all, so crying out to him won’t work! ) —help me!

( the coughing continues, as do the calls for help, but otherwise the purple vastness is all that remains to be seen on the camera )

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( truth be told, she didn't want to know what rumplestiltskin might do to her when he found out that she'd broken a potion of his. the gods could only tell her what it might have been for and she was already riddled with guilt from having done so. this was yet another moment in her life that she would be damning her curiosity.

watching sebastian return toward the shop, belle chased after him. she was flattered by the smile and reassurance he had offered her, and even more so with his adamant behavior toward helping her — but that was just it, he offered help, he shouldn't have to do it all himself!

following him back into the building she briefly excused herself to tend to her 'battle wounds' and change her dress, blood stains would not do after all. glancing to the wrappings on her palms, she chewed her inner cheek in thought, returning to the main lobby in order to join sebastian with the clean up. well, those wouldn't go hidden would they? perhaps he wouldn't notice

she made her way up the stairs once more ) I'm not even certain how to, well, collect smoke.

[ as sebastian hears her at his heels he stops and casts a glance over his shoulder. he didn't mind, truth be told, cleaning up on his own as he's certainly had to tend to bigger messes in the past... but he does appreciate the sentiment behind her train of thought. ~~his master never bothered to help... but that, of course, is to be expected.~~ pushing those thoughts aside and resisting the urge to sigh he shot her another smile as she excused herself. ]

[ not about to spend even a single second dawdling sebastian set to work and began cleaning. he swept up the broken glass, noting the faint bits of blood, and opened the window to help circulate the air. by the time belle returned most, if not all, the smoke had left the room. there were still a few things to be done... but sebastian had, for the most part, taken care of everything. ] ...no need to collect it. [ turns around to face her. ] But what we should do is wipe everything down as there are, no doubt, traces of the fog on his things.

( my, but he made quick work of the place. she had almost hoped to save whatever she could of the smoke but in the end, it wouldn't have worked anyway. within the vial it hadn't been in 'smoke form' so to speak and either way, rumplestiltskin would have known something had occurred. taking it as a loss, belle gave him a soft nod )

I can certainly help with that. ( belle had left her supplies in the sorcerer's room as she had been meant to be cleaning it, so easily locating some cloths to wipe things down with. picking one up, she busied herself with some dusting off of his things ) Sebastian... thank you for your help. I must think of some method to repay your kindness.

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