[So Yuto has apparently lost the lottery of people to get stuck in a box with, because there is a certain extremely agitated bird god squished into this tiny space with him.
Shun, for his part, looks like he's about ready to start climbing the walls of the box if it would let him tear them down, but being crammed in like this really doesn't lend itself to him being able to do any real damage to the container.
Like hell he isn't going to try, though, and in very short order, he drives a fist past Yuto's head and into the wall of the box behind him. The box doesn't appear interested in giving that easily, though, and Shun lets out a frustrated hiss.]
Who the hell makes boxes that won't open? [Kind of defeats the purpose of a box.]
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birdgod squished into this tiny space with him.Shun, for his part, looks like he's about ready to start climbing the walls of the box if it would let him tear them down, but being crammed in like this really doesn't lend itself to him being able to do any real damage to the container.
Like hell he isn't going to try, though, and in very short order, he drives a fist past Yuto's head and into the wall of the box behind him. The box doesn't appear interested in giving that easily, though, and Shun lets out a frustrated hiss.]
Who the hell makes boxes that won't open? [Kind of defeats the purpose of a box.]