[That might be true most of the time, but other times, nature just got really defensive. Nonetheless, Sanson remains motionless...even though technically he can't move much in his current position.
He feels the crab leave his hair and watches it scuttle onto Marie's arm before settling on her other pigtail, breathing a sigh of relief when Henri doesn't hurt her along the way. Suddenly she starts digging through the sand covering his body and pulling his arm; at least he understands her concern, because he too wouldn't want the younger servants to see their castle in ruins.]
Oh - oh no. [Sanson knows that demolished castle is entirely his fault. Once one if his arms is free, he uses it to hurriedly scoop out more of the sand off himself. Especially his other arm.] It's my fault...I must have knocked it over with my foot...
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He feels the crab leave his hair and watches it scuttle onto Marie's arm before settling on her other pigtail, breathing a sigh of relief when Henri doesn't hurt her along the way. Suddenly she starts digging through the sand covering his body and pulling his arm; at least he understands her concern, because he too wouldn't want the younger servants to see their castle in ruins.]
Oh - oh no. [Sanson knows that demolished castle is entirely his fault. Once one if his arms is free, he uses it to hurriedly scoop out more of the sand off himself. Especially his other arm.] It's my fault...I must have knocked it over with my foot...