[So much for kicking down the door. But it thankfully wasn't locked, though Kaede practically tore the doorknob off opening the door itself. And she didn't slam it in Yukari's face (she's not that much of a dick.) She did close it on a Steun's face, though—she could hear the thud and see the wood bend, but it held. The howls and inhuman screeches were all outside now.
It'd probably make leaving an...interesting experience, but for now they were left alone, with the...low-budget spooky decorations, how fun. The candles were real, the parlor furniture looked too shoddily made and dull to even be knockoffs. The paintings looked more like printings, and there were obnoxiously red splatters of fake blood here and there-
-oh, right. She was bleeding. That should probably be fixed.]
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[So much for kicking down the door. But it thankfully wasn't locked, though Kaede practically tore the doorknob off opening the door itself. And she didn't slam it in Yukari's face (she's not that much of a dick.) She did close it on a Steun's face, though—she could hear the thud and see the wood bend, but it held. The howls and inhuman screeches were all outside now.
It'd probably make leaving an...interesting experience, but for now they were left alone, with the...low-budget spooky decorations, how fun. The candles were real, the parlor furniture looked too shoddily made and dull to even be knockoffs. The paintings looked more like printings, and there were obnoxiously red splatters of fake blood here and there-
-oh, right. She was bleeding. That should probably be fixed.]
...ugh.
[Kaede. Kaede it's called "asking for help".]