Even knowing the not-dog is at the door, the first BANG makes Chara jump almost a foot in the air, fear curling thick like the smoke seeping under said door around their diaphragm. The second is less jolting, but nor more pleasant. They hurriedly wedge the pole in between two stones where the mortar has fallen out and push. Miraculously, the shaft snaps cleanly into a point, the momentum of it jolting them forward and a raised arm catching splinters. They take the large cloth and their new, longer stake, and set up shop by the door.
They wrap their hand in the edge of their sweater and take a deep breath, ears straining for the scrabble of claws. There's a tempo of bangs, the door starting to give, and just before the next... they quickly slide the hot bolt and hurriedly let go of the sweater to grip the cloth, ready to swing it down and over anything that comes barrelling through.
nooooooooo I love it! Also sorry for late hhh
Even knowing the not-dog is at the door, the first BANG makes Chara jump almost a foot in the air, fear curling thick like the smoke seeping under said door around their diaphragm. The second is less jolting, but nor more pleasant. They hurriedly wedge the pole in between two stones where the mortar has fallen out and push. Miraculously, the shaft snaps cleanly into a point, the momentum of it jolting them forward and a raised arm catching splinters. They take the large cloth and their new, longer stake, and set up shop by the door.
They wrap their hand in the edge of their sweater and take a deep breath, ears straining for the scrabble of claws. There's a tempo of bangs, the door starting to give, and just before the next... they quickly slide the hot bolt and hurriedly let go of the sweater to grip the cloth, ready to swing it down and over anything that comes barrelling through.