[ The door slams those last few inches closed just in time, and Quentin is quick with the shovel, wedging the blade into one corner of the door frame and the butt of the sturdy handle in another. Stomps it till the steel digs into the wood and-- ] Got it!
[ His arm loops around her waist without a second thought, pulling Kirsty away from the door with him. The Szymanskiy triplets have been known to fuck with people's heads if you get too close. Maybe it's already fucked with his head, because it's probably safer for them to run, to find somewhere to hide--but he stops halfway back across the room. Holding onto her. Breathing hard. Watching the door. ]
...They'll go away. [ Whispered, surer than he actually is. The door bangs and rattles. ] Give it a second, they'll go away.
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[ His arm loops around her waist without a second thought, pulling Kirsty away from the door with him. The Szymanskiy triplets have been known to fuck with people's heads if you get too close. Maybe it's already fucked with his head, because it's probably safer for them to run, to find somewhere to hide--but he stops halfway back across the room. Holding onto her. Breathing hard. Watching the door. ]
...They'll go away. [ Whispered, surer than he actually is. The door bangs and rattles. ] Give it a second, they'll go away.