[The story may be true, but as far as Reim's concerned, that doesn't make it any less stupid. He's not surprised by that, considering it's Break, and he's pretty sure Break playing the hero is still a rude joke!! but he's been dealing with it the way any reasonable, normal person would.
That is, not talking about it. It already gives him a headache after everything else, and what if the next step is ulcers...
So the perfectly normal day spent locked in a room organizing something or other is going great, primarily because the door is locked. So is the window, and the big cabinet by the wall--
But not, apparently, the smaller cabinet on the floor under a set of shelves. Reim stops what he's doing to look over at the cabinet, squinting, and his worst fears are confirmed when he hears a sound coming from some mysterious dark recess of cabinetry. Someone needs to invent zip ties already because this is ridiculous.
He says nothing, however, simply stepping quietly over to stand by said cabinet and continue thumbing through the small pile of papers he's doing something boring with. He has a plan and it's great: the very moment he sees a fat hand start to sneak through an open crack in the cabinet doors, he's kicking them shut.]
15min late with starbucks
[The story may be true, but as far as Reim's concerned, that doesn't make it any less stupid. He's not surprised by that, considering it's Break, and he's pretty sure Break playing the hero is still a rude joke!! but he's been dealing with it the way any reasonable, normal person would.
That is, not talking about it. It already gives him a headache after everything else, and what if the next step is ulcers...
So the perfectly normal day spent locked in a room organizing something or other is going great, primarily because the door is locked. So is the window, and the big cabinet by the wall--
But not, apparently, the smaller cabinet on the floor under a set of shelves. Reim stops what he's doing to look over at the cabinet, squinting, and his worst fears are confirmed when he hears a sound coming from some mysterious dark recess of cabinetry. Someone needs to invent zip ties already because this is ridiculous.
He says nothing, however, simply stepping quietly over to stand by said cabinet and continue thumbing through the small pile of papers he's doing something boring with. He has a plan and it's great: the very moment he sees a fat hand start to sneak through an open crack in the cabinet doors, he's kicking them shut.]