[See, handling the latch the wrong way is exactly what Noah thought he was doing, but Ishimaru seems to be struggling as well. Which means... ugh. If brute force doesn't get the window open, are they really stuck here? Is it possible that they can maybe get onto the roof and... climb down the building or something? That seems like a ridiculous athletic feat, though, and might be more likely to get them both killed.
Noah is currently in processing mode with a hand under his chin. The next logical step is obviously to break the window. The second is to try and find another door — a side door or something, though with the front door being impossible to open as it is, that might be a no-go as well. The third is... maybe finding a vent or something to crawl in? Are the vents going to be that accommodating? The fourth idea... the roof?
His head hurts, and his anxiety is mounting.]
Is it... maybe superglued?
[Noah tries another window nearby because, hey, maybe that one is broken, right? He finds that the same is true of this one, however; it doesn't budge, at all. Maybe they're all glued. It's fine, it's fine! They'll just die here, probably. In some foreign school neither of them can recall enrolling in. It's cool.]
I'm going to punch it. [That's a bad idea.] Back up. You don't look like the window-punching sort.
[Most people, in fact, do not punch windows. But should this one actually break, Noah doesn't want Ishimaru to get showered with glass. He winds up, and while Noah doesn't usually punch his way out of situation, it's clear by his stance that he's absolutely some sort of teenage veteran fighter. That punch winds up doing absolutely jack-all save for making a dull kthunk against the glass and bruising the absolute hells out of Noah's right hand. With a justifiably-dramatic OW FUCK, he takes a surprised step backwards and cradles his now very-purple hand.
Perhaps he shouldn't have put his full weight into that swing.]
Unless you want to try, I think the window idea is a bust... [Comes a very strained statement on the matter.]
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Noah is currently in processing mode with a hand under his chin. The next logical step is obviously to break the window. The second is to try and find another door — a side door or something, though with the front door being impossible to open as it is, that might be a no-go as well. The third is... maybe finding a vent or something to crawl in? Are the vents going to be that accommodating? The fourth idea... the roof?
His head hurts, and his anxiety is mounting.]
Is it... maybe superglued?
[Noah tries another window nearby because, hey, maybe that one is broken, right? He finds that the same is true of this one, however; it doesn't budge, at all. Maybe they're all glued. It's fine, it's fine! They'll just die here, probably. In some foreign school neither of them can recall enrolling in. It's cool.]
I'm going to punch it. [That's a bad idea.] Back up. You don't look like the window-punching sort.
[Most people, in fact, do not punch windows. But should this one actually break, Noah doesn't want Ishimaru to get showered with glass. He winds up, and while Noah doesn't usually punch his way out of situation, it's clear by his stance that he's absolutely some sort of teenage veteran fighter. That punch winds up doing absolutely jack-all save for making a dull kthunk against the glass and bruising the absolute hells out of Noah's right hand. With a justifiably-dramatic OW FUCK, he takes a surprised step backwards and cradles his now very-purple hand.
Perhaps he shouldn't have put his full weight into that swing.]
Unless you want to try, I think the window idea is a bust... [Comes a very strained statement on the matter.]