neron
”It’s funny you should mention that, because I was about to lock everything up when you walked in,” Neron says in cheerful reminder, but there’s no malice in his tone. Everything looks accounted for, and once they’ve shut the outer door he can lock up and be done with it. Still, he’s glad for Morgan being there (and not just because she can punch out any intruder) - closing the damned thin turns out to be a two man job.
Gritting his teeth, he eventually shoves it with his shoulder - it scrapes across the stone floor and slams shut; the gust of wind it takes with it also happens to shut the entrance to the store room behind them, the draught sucking out all the air. There’s a metallic clunk sound, of a latch falling, and Neron almost winces at it
”So I’m quite certain that the door behind us just locked itself,” he mutters. ”Come on, let’s pull this one back open.” If they can.
Gritting his teeth, he eventually shoves it with his shoulder - it scrapes across the stone floor and slams shut; the gust of wind it takes with it also happens to shut the entrance to the store room behind them, the draught sucking out all the air. There’s a metallic clunk sound, of a latch falling, and Neron almost winces at it
”So I’m quite certain that the door behind us just locked itself,” he mutters. ”Come on, let’s pull this one back open.” If they can.
lay your hand on me, one last time
