having barely escaped the throes of battle, the pair find themselves currently stranded, the only way out is ᵘᵖ. not this shit again, he thinks, scowling at their predicament. it's mission after mission, his body has clearly begun to wear down from the gymnastic tricks he's doing. higher up is a ladder, a red bandana tightly woven around it, calling for their attention. he turns to 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝚄𝚁𝙴, kneeling down and patting his shoulder blade, a silent invite to pull it down. [ get that for me, would'ya? ]
it comes down in a loud ﹠ rusty squeal, clearly unused for ( presumably ) years. " nice. " he begins a quick ascent, following after her, glancing downwards just to make sure. " have you been in a situation like this before? you seem prepared. "
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