[Lightning crashes and she jumps as the room is plunged into darkness. The meager lighting creeping through the cracks of the window and door take a little time for her eyes to adjust., but just then, a powerful blast of wind slams against the front door, wrenching the whole thing, box and all, open a handful of inches. Enough for a small beam of sunlight to lance across the floor, illuminating the empty stretch of flooring in front of the darkened sword.]
Boxer?
[Her eyes adjust to the darkness, but there's nothing. No sign of the man she'd been talking to only moments before. Thunder rolls in, shuddering the windows and floors in an undertone that feels that much more ominous alone in the dark house.
The front door shakes back and forth with the few inches it'd gained, the sound shaking Allura out of it, and, heart in her throat, she dashes over to shut the door, replacing the box firmly in front of it. Leaning the back of her legs against the box, she turns to face the darkened, empty space behind her.]
...If this is some kind of trick, I do not think it is very funny.
[Where could he have gone? Why would he have gone?]
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Boxer?
[Her eyes adjust to the darkness, but there's nothing. No sign of the man she'd been talking to only moments before. Thunder rolls in, shuddering the windows and floors in an undertone that feels that much more ominous alone in the dark house.
The front door shakes back and forth with the few inches it'd gained, the sound shaking Allura out of it, and, heart in her throat, she dashes over to shut the door, replacing the box firmly in front of it. Leaning the back of her legs against the box, she turns to face the darkened, empty space behind her.]
...If this is some kind of trick, I do not think it is very funny.
[Where could he have gone? Why would he have gone?]