[ he pummels the door open like a linebacker given the signal; the door slams against the wall on the other side of the door, vibrating hostility. Suguru doesn't even look — rather, gives a shriek that might've been her name, squatting down rapidfire and raising their heads above his head, as if to defend himself with the power of platonic intimacy. ]
[ ...nothing happens... ]
[ slowly, he emerges from his protective squat with a big, sheepish(?) grin. ]
no subject
[ ...nothing happens... ]
[ slowly, he emerges from his protective squat with a big, sheepish(?) grin. ]
Just kidding.