*through the grumbled exclamation, though, Tatsumi uses that moment -- and the shadow of himself that is briefly created -- to slide a dark tendril underneath the closet door, into the room outside*
*crouching down by the closet door, one hand pressed up against where the door meets the floor, the other one pushing up his glasses in an annoyed gesture that is, sadly, lost in the darkness.*
That was adequate, thank you very much.
I can't tell where we are, though, unfortunately. And there doesn't seem to be a lock mechanism on the other side of the door, either.
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Do you have matches or a lighter? Ugh, it's pitch black in here.
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*through the grumbled exclamation, though, Tatsumi uses that moment -- and the shadow of himself that is briefly created -- to slide a dark tendril underneath the closet door, into the room outside*
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That was adequate, thank you very much.
I can't tell where we are, though, unfortunately. And there doesn't seem to be a lock mechanism on the other side of the door, either.
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There's always "not making out."
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In any case, we know what camp is like. Patience solves many of its problems.
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*sitting down in one of the corners by the door*
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