( this is like the man who lives under my bed to stab my belly button so i never sleep on my stomach, nimise fact of the night! anyway, komaeda continues to stare around and once there's no vent to think about going through — he glances at the rooms close by and bingo. he's making his way into the art room in search of a stool — once found, he picks one up and grabs a... chisel.. and if there's none of those, maybe a pair of scissors to slide into jacket before walking out like a normal human being. )
Let's see..
( he sets the stool down close to the wall before he proceeds to walk on top of it. one he's got a steady footing on it, he starts to stand up on the tip of his toes to push at a tile to see if it's loose. )
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Let's see..
( he sets the stool down close to the wall before he proceeds to walk on top of it. one he's got a steady footing on it, he starts to stand up on the tip of his toes to push at a tile to see if it's loose. )
May, come under this stool.