[ he will find a small figure, huddled under a thick cardigan and an even thicker knit blanket. she turns at the sound of the open window but any brief flare of hope dies when she finds it is several floors up. too high to continue this conversation with actual words, but hopefully not high enough she can't make the climb... you scale one trellis, you scale them all, right? ]
I stepped out for a minute and the doors locked on me.
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I stepped out for a minute and the doors locked on me.
[ she's getting really fucking tired of doors doing that. ]
Stay outside, I don't trust this house not to move you once I start climbing.