[ he looks back at babydoll, an expression that says if you say so, but he obeys anyway. still covering his mouth with the crook of his elbow, he takes long steps to the other side of the room and puts his back into opening the old, decrepit window.
she was right. the smoke clears somewhat, and heine sticks his head out the window, peering into the distance. ]
[the only reason she didn't open it herself was that she wanted to see if anything would show itself through the dust. that's the only way they would be able to see it, if at all. sadly, the light wasn't working in their favor and if anything did show up, she didn't see it.
she looks towards heine, expression neutral, though her eyes seem to say thank you for stating the obvious.]
[ didn't you know, he is the master of conversation. ]
There's not much in here.
[ well, there's some space to explore. behind him the rain continues to pour, almost covering the groan of the floorboards... and perhaps someone groaning nearby. (i haven't watched any horror movies in the past months, don't judge.) ]
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she was right. the smoke clears somewhat, and heine sticks his head out the window, peering into the distance. ]
It got dark fast.
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she looks towards heine, expression neutral, though her eyes seem to say thank you for stating the obvious.]
Should we go in?
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There's not much in here.
[ well, there's some space to explore. behind him the rain continues to pour, almost covering the groan of the floorboards... and perhaps someone groaning nearby. (i haven't watched any horror movies in the past months, don't judge.) ]