( he crouches down and then shifts and stretches his way into the oven. it's not a suffocating fit but it is tight. his jacket scrapes up against the sides of the wall and his hand scrabble a bit on the uneven surface but he eventually passes into another, bigger room with a few different doors.
there's no roof and the sun beats down, making it warm and bright. at least there's that. at least they can see outside. )
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( he crouches down and then shifts and stretches his way into the oven. it's not a suffocating fit but it is tight. his jacket scrapes up against the sides of the wall and his hand scrabble a bit on the uneven surface but he eventually passes into another, bigger room with a few different doors.
there's no roof and the sun beats down, making it warm and bright. at least there's that. at least they can see outside. )
Come on. I'm through.