[Fuck manual labor, tbh. Adra drops the poker at the sudden sound, but he doesn't jump or cry out. His eyebrows furrow, and he gets to his feet, going over to investigate the noise coming from beyond the door.
He tries to pull at the door, too, as though he can somehow dislodge the latch, but that's a futile effort before it starts.
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He tries to pull at the door, too, as though he can somehow dislodge the latch, but that's a futile effort before it starts.
So he just looks, and listens.]