[Heck yeah sweet loot. It's a bit too big to pocket so Shin's going to stuff it up his jacket like I'm realizing he must have done with the laptop that one time. This time less out of an instinct to hide it and more convenient storage on his trip over to the rest, having winced at the crash a little.]
Ahaha... Doubt we'll be coming back here, in any case...
['The workers will clean up the mess' is much less comforting when you're the one mopping the konbini floor, he will say. But also... when it comes to involuntary escape rooms, he finds he's far more concerned with whoever is responsible for them doling out arbitrary punishments for breaking stuff than them having to deal with broken things in itself.
He's never been in the Counselor's office (as far as he remembers... maybe the place feels unsettlingly familiar in a way he can't put his finger on, itself an unsettling thing), so Inaba's statement is the first hint he has they're related... He opens his mouth to suggest maybe there's an entrance to the crawlspaces there.
Then something yanks at Rantaro.]
Q-quick! Grab him...!
[Not to pull him out, but to ensure they all go through... it was initially a hypothetical, but the idea of being split up has been slowly metastasizing from that spot in his brain. He hesitates, shifting one arm under the mirror in his jacket... and in the space of that delay, Rantaro pulls himself free. There's a shot of relief, underneath that area of Shin's brain now committed to follow-through, which leads him to reach in after the retreating hand and grab and pull it.]
roll: 20 despite all reason
Ahaha... Doubt we'll be coming back here, in any case...
['The workers will clean up the mess' is much less comforting when you're the one mopping the konbini floor, he will say. But also... when it comes to involuntary escape rooms, he finds he's far more concerned with whoever is responsible for them doling out arbitrary punishments for breaking stuff than them having to deal with broken things in itself.
He's never been in the Counselor's office (as far as he remembers... maybe the place feels unsettlingly familiar in a way he can't put his finger on, itself an unsettling thing), so Inaba's statement is the first hint he has they're related... He opens his mouth to suggest maybe there's an entrance to the crawlspaces there.
Then something yanks at Rantaro.]
Q-quick! Grab him...!
[Not to pull him out, but to ensure they all go through... it was initially a hypothetical, but the idea of being split up has been slowly metastasizing from that spot in his brain. He hesitates, shifting one arm under the mirror in his jacket... and in the space of that delay, Rantaro pulls himself free. There's a shot of relief, underneath that area of Shin's brain now committed to follow-through, which leads him to reach in after the retreating hand and grab and pull it.]