"H-hold on…don’t I get a say—"
SLAM. And the two were locked in the basement of her house. Alone. With no other feasible way out.
Fuuka giggled, noting that this had to look bad for her character. “Well, let’s just say that mom messed up on the locks and have it where it locks outside rather than the inside. …she didn’t notice since we usually keep it open…” Fuuka shook her head and sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her.
"The key is somewhere…I think it’s in the bathroom down here, on the doorhandle…? But I haven’t seen the key in a long time…" She was playing the innocent card now—she was being very very mischievous tonight.
"What did she do to make that happen? Turn the doorknobs inside out?" He ridiculed openly in the face of their current predicament while taking a seat next to the teal-haired priestess and shaking his cerulean haired cranium in disbelief.
"So are we gonna spend the night looking for this key or just chill?" He asked, totally fine with doing one or the other.