[Shuichi nods without even tearing his gaze from his knot on the handle, blindly grabbing the offered excess rope to wrap tightly around both handles as many times as he can get out of it. He pulls it taut as his scrawny detective arms can manage, trying to eliminate any bit of give in the rope wrapping.]
We should-- [ pause for another hard yank and a grunt ] --we should use whatever time this buys to barricade the door, too.
[As he fusses with the very ends of the rope, trying to tie one more knot into them for whatever that's worth, he inclines his head towards the armchair. It's not much, but it's a start.]
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We should-- [ pause for another hard yank and a grunt ] --we should use whatever time this buys to barricade the door, too.
[As he fusses with the very ends of the rope, trying to tie one more knot into them for whatever that's worth, he inclines his head towards the armchair. It's not much, but it's a start.]