[ She begins to text another set of pleas, Treavor please don't play stop playing no no this isn't funny, but the sound of a knock - one, then a second - freezes her.
He got up. He got himself out of bed and came to rescue her! (...Granted, from the problem he probably caused. But still!)
She's up like a shot, spilling Swedish fish all over the floor, and presses her hands to the door. One taps quietly but insistently, flat-palmed on the wood. Out, out, let me out - even so, she can't help herself. ]
You'll never take me alive.
[ Stage whispered, stage laugh-whispered, of course, for the sake of his head. He must be miserable, Poor Fish. ]
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He got up. He got himself out of bed and came to rescue her! (...Granted, from the problem he probably caused. But still!)
She's up like a shot, spilling Swedish fish all over the floor, and presses her hands to the door. One taps quietly but insistently, flat-palmed on the wood. Out, out, let me out - even so, she can't help herself. ]
You'll never take me alive.
[ Stage whispered, stage laugh-whispered, of course, for the sake of his head. He must be miserable, Poor Fish. ]
I have hostages. A bunch of Swedes.