[It takes Nico a moment to pry himself away from staring down towards the first floor.] Those dolls in the kitchen... [One of which is now lacking a head. Nico looks even more uneasy somehow watching Lev try to move his hand, but then he pushes past it to stumble into motion towards the nearest wall, shoving broken furniture out of the way and into the center of the room so he has the space to push against the wall with his shoulder.
It doesn't budge.]
I'ts a dollhouse. Shouldn't it open somewhere? [The ones he has a vague recollection of seeing before have split open on hinges, so kids can reach inside and play. Maybe if they can find where it is supposed to open they can pry it apart themselves. It seems a remote hope considering neither of them could push through the little plastic window, but what's the alternative? Just going down to table and taking a seat? No thanks.] There has to be something. [Please.]
no subject
It doesn't budge.]
I'ts a dollhouse. Shouldn't it open somewhere? [The ones he has a vague recollection of seeing before have split open on hinges, so kids can reach inside and play. Maybe if they can find where it is supposed to open they can pry it apart themselves. It seems a remote hope considering neither of them could push through the little plastic window, but what's the alternative? Just going down to table and taking a seat? No thanks.] There has to be something. [Please.]