( it could very well be stuck. daisy's wasn't, but housing situations like these bunks had rarely been permanent in her experience; it wouldn't surprise her if the quality of the furnishings varied from room to room depending on the activities of the previous occupants. )
Yeah?
( she'll move forward, then, stomping her way right into futaba's personal space like it means absolutely nothing — because, duh, it doesn't — and sidling right on up to the mirror. it doesn't look loose... but looks can be deceiving. )
Can you show me where you were pulling? My hinges were on the right, but maybe they're mirrored for yours.
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Yeah?
( she'll move forward, then, stomping her way right into futaba's personal space like it means absolutely nothing — because, duh, it doesn't — and sidling right on up to the mirror. it doesn't look loose... but looks can be deceiving. )
Can you show me where you were pulling? My hinges were on the right, but maybe they're mirrored for yours.