[He doesn't answer, focusing all his efforts on getting inside. They go up the steps and into the house, and Alfie slams the door behind them. Success!]
[ Rhys fidgets in place for a few seconds, wringing his hands, before he tips a rusty hatrack over and shoves it in front of the door, trying to erect a barricade of sorts.
It's not... especially effective, but he's trying. ]
[ Honestly, he starts for the other room, but pauses for a brief moment before doubling back and helping with the couch.
All in all, child strength is not making a massive difference, but maybe it makes all the difference, because the thing slams against the door and is barely stopped by the couch/hatrack combo. ]
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It's not... especially effective, but he's trying. ]
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[Alfie points, then hurries to start pushing the couch along the floor to block the door.]
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All in all, child strength is not making a massive difference, but maybe it makes all the difference, because the thing slams against the door and is barely stopped by the couch/hatrack combo. ]
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Bookshelf next!
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[ Scared, but ready to follow orders. A shoulder bash gets the shelf down. He uses the other shoulder to start nudging it into place.
Tick. Tock. Three two one LOCK ]
...are we okayyyyy?
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[Thank fucking god.]
That big click, there - that means we're safe. It can't get in.
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[ 'Can I sleep' is the question asked as Rees sinks to the floor, a trembling mess. ]