[The attic is dusty and makes him feel like he has to sneeze. Lev rubs at his nose as he looks around trying to see if there's anything that seems useful. But it's all just broken stuff.
But sometimes you get what you get.
Lev picks up one of the broken chairs, readies himself, then forcefully slams the still intact back into the window. He knows if you hit glass in the right spot with enough force, they should shatter.
But this isn't glass. So he just ends up banging uselessly on the plastic window that doesn't give. After a few tries, he drops the chair and scowls.]
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But sometimes you get what you get.
Lev picks up one of the broken chairs, readies himself, then forcefully slams the still intact back into the window. He knows if you hit glass in the right spot with enough force, they should shatter.
But this isn't glass. So he just ends up banging uselessly on the plastic window that doesn't give. After a few tries, he drops the chair and scowls.]
I fucking hate this place.