The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

“Free him!” Noah roared, charging to the cocoon and wrapping his arms around it. He attempted to use his trifling weight to bring down the Torin-cocoon.
"I'm squished!" Torin peeped, wriggling in his soft cage.
Kylan started cracking up laughing, grinning stupidly as he simply lifted the blanket with Noah attached to it up higher, jiggling it a little. "You're doing great, Noah."
 
Torin gave an audible 'oof' as he was squished by Noah, wriggling as much as he could to escape, when a brilliant idea struck him.
There was only one person in the room not in the jumble.
So, he did the only sensible thing to do.
He proceeded to squirm until he flopped off the bed, landing hard on his brother's stomach. Kylan seemed like he had it all planned out, immediately jumping up and throwing a blanket over Torin, grabbing the ends of it and scooping it up, efficiently capturing him and enclosing him completely in a little cocoon as he held it up like a trophy.
"Hey! Let me out!"
Kylan grinned at the other two boys mischievously, ignoring the six year old. "If you want him back, you'll have to get him back."
“Free him!” Noah roared, charging to the cocoon and wrapping his arms around it. He attempted to use his trifling weight to bring down the Torin-cocoon.
“For communism!” Alex shouted, rushing towards Kylan’s legs. Doing his signature move, he tackled him.
 
"I'm squished!" Torin peeped, wriggling in his soft cage.
Kylan started cracking up laughing, grinning stupidly as he simply lifted the blanket with Noah attached to it up higher, jiggling it a little. "You're doing great, Noah."
“For communism!” Alex shouted, rushing towards Kylan’s legs. Doing his signature move, he tackled him.
“Communism!” With Alex’s help, Noah climbed on top of Kylan and peeled the blanket away from Torin, liberating him.
 
Since the last thing he wanted to do was to impose on anyone's space, especially not their benevolent host's, Ciro, with Taquikkar at his heels, trooped upstairs with a completely open mind. If the only remaining room was a storage closet, so be it- plus, he was sworn to take it with nothing but graciousness.
Feeling unforgivably bold, he -meaning they- entered the first room he came to.

Having sufficiently recovered from all of today's trauma, Nat decided she was turning in and rocketed upstairs with absolutely no customary air of caution or concern for other existential beings when perusing another's house.
It should be said that she was still clad in a considerably lengthy and layered elvin dress.
She never saw the wall coming.
Poor thing.

Colby was still wonder-affixed to some unfortunate window and would likely be there until he was released to go outside- no matter if that permission came tonight, tomorrow, or 39 years from now at high noon.
 

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