Despite the heavy silence, Haruhi noticed the sound of footsteps only shortly before the other girl peeked into the room. Finally pulling herself off the floor, she was slightly relieved that she wasn't the only person here -- until she noticed the gun grasped in the stranger's hands, a tantalizing warning signal that clearly made Haruhi edgy. A gun; she'd never seen one so close before, let alone drawn in precaution around her. Eyeing the weapon (was she safe? Would she shoot?), Haruhi tilted her head slightly at the question, otherwise remaining still.
"New?" The way she asked made Haruhi wonder if this were a regular occurrence, but a swift kick of déjà vu stopped her from asking more. The last time she was in a situation like this, she ended up being abducted into a bizarre new world: the Host Club. Haruhi definitely didn’t need more debt to pay off. Might as well get out of this one as quickly as possible.
"Uhm, no, sorry," She replied uncertainly, holding up her hands in attempt to show that she was no threat. She eyed the gun again. "I must've opened the wrong door--" Still pretending you’re in Ouran, Haruhi? "--So, I’ll be leaving now."
Haruhi spun swiftly toward the large oak door, presumably the exit, and grasped one of the handles. She turned it slightly, until it stopped with a sudden, dull click -- locked. She jiggled it a few more times, hoping that it was just stuck, but to no avail. "Huh...?"
"New?" The way she asked made Haruhi wonder if this were a regular occurrence, but a swift kick of déjà vu stopped her from asking more. The last time she was in a situation like this, she ended up being abducted into a bizarre new world: the Host Club. Haruhi definitely didn’t need more debt to pay off. Might as well get out of this one as quickly as possible.
"Uhm, no, sorry," She replied uncertainly, holding up her hands in attempt to show that she was no threat. She eyed the gun again. "I must've opened the wrong door--" Still pretending you’re in Ouran, Haruhi? "--So, I’ll be leaving now."
Haruhi spun swiftly toward the large oak door, presumably the exit, and grasped one of the handles. She turned it slightly, until it stopped with a sudden, dull click -- locked. She jiggled it a few more times, hoping that it was just stuck, but to no avail. "Huh...?"
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