[Sharon places the steak knife she was using down (BECAUSE SOME MONSTERS STOLE THE KITCHEN KNIVES) and wipes her hands on her apron before she approaches the door to try and force it open]
[immediately adopts what can only be described as a football player shoulder-tackle position. or maybe a hockey player checking position? IDK I DON'T KNOW SPORTS]
[three means "time to run into the door with ALL OF THE STRENGTH THEY CAN MUSTER" and then bounce back with nothing to show for it but new bruises, right???]
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Y-Yes... I'm pushing with as much strength as I can, but it's not budging.
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Hm. . . might I give it a try?
[Sharon places the steak knife she was using down (BECAUSE SOME MONSTERS STOLE THE KITCHEN KNIVES) and wipes her hands on her apron before she approaches the door to try and force it open]
[. . .]
[IT, NATURALLY, DOES NOT BUDGE]
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Sumire nods, taking a step back so Sharon can do her thing. She waits a few seconds, and then—]
... No luck?
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[she steps back and shoots Sumire an apologetic look]
Perhaps it will take more than one of us to force it open again.
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Shall we try it together, then?
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Of course. One three?
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But she nods, taking the same stance she adopts while readying herself in the metaverse.]
Yes! One, two...
[Three?]
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[three means "time to run into the door with ALL OF THE STRENGTH THEY CAN MUSTER" and then bounce back with nothing to show for it but new bruises, right???]