[ ...god you're such a golden retriever, Tsukiyama.
She doesn't acknowledge him immediately, being focused on her current task; she's using a pair of bobby pins, one bent into the shape of a tension wrench which she uses to apply pressure while she scrubs the other one back and forth inside the keyhole.
It takes her a little longer than anticipated, but sure enough, the door is now successfully open. C'mon, we're going inside. ]
Any particular reason, or is it just general restlessness?
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She doesn't acknowledge him immediately, being focused on her current task; she's using a pair of bobby pins, one bent into the shape of a tension wrench which she uses to apply pressure while she scrubs the other one back and forth inside the keyhole.
It takes her a little longer than anticipated, but sure enough, the door is now successfully open. C'mon, we're going inside. ]
Any particular reason, or is it just general restlessness?