[Slamming the door shut behind them, he wastes a couple of precious moments looking for something to jam it with before cursing himself for not dragging one of those grinning paintings off the wall to do exactly that. Laugh it up when she's stopping them from getting to them now, you darned nuisance!
That would have been so cool. And clever, too. Dammit, why hadn't he done it? But, hand in hand with Garry and bolting down the second-floor hallway, he doesn't have time to lament it too badly. The cut on his leg flashes pain with every motion and the dull, constant throb from his still healing lips and cheeks chime in with it.
He lets go of his hand at the stairwell and scrapes the door shut behind them, taking a moment to lean on the railing and puff out his breath.]
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That would have been so cool. And clever, too. Dammit, why hadn't he done it? But, hand in hand with Garry and bolting down the second-floor hallway, he doesn't have time to lament it too badly. The cut on his leg flashes pain with every motion and the dull, constant throb from his still healing lips and cheeks chime in with it.
He lets go of his hand at the stairwell and scrapes the door shut behind them, taking a moment to lean on the railing and puff out his breath.]
N-never going to like dolls again...