[Lottie, he is going to find spooky mall HR or something, because holy shit. This is what he gets for being nice? Nice-ish? He swears under his breath, twisting around to see what, exactly, is holding him in place—but it's a little difficult to do, given that the third doll has snagged the sleeve of his right arm, somehow managing to exert enough force to pull it behind him.
So—no swords! Coolio.]
You, [he snaps back, still rude enough to be Like This despite the mess he's somehow found himself in.] Is this your doing? How did you—
[Felix is strong, but these things... are stronger, somehow—and they seem to be pulling him even closer. Slowly! So slowly as to be barely noticeable, but oh, he's noticing. He's definitely noticing, hence the way he grits his teeth before trying to take another step forward.]
Don't just watch!
[But he's not asking for help, because that's wack.]
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So—no swords! Coolio.]
You, [he snaps back, still rude enough to be Like This despite the mess he's somehow found himself in.] Is this your doing? How did you—
[Felix is strong, but these things... are stronger, somehow—and they seem to be pulling him even closer. Slowly! So slowly as to be barely noticeable, but oh, he's noticing. He's definitely noticing, hence the way he grits his teeth before trying to take another step forward.]
Don't just watch!
[But he's not asking for help, because that's wack.]