[He's not responding, and this both worries Anora and agitates her.
The door's somewhat difficult to push open, what, with the chair lying right in front of it and all, but she braces her shoulder and it opens just enough for her to look in.
Maker it's dark in his room. She squints, making out a shape of a figure curled up on the floor. She sounds exasperated.]
Honestly Martin...are you ill? Or is this another of your tantrums?
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The door's somewhat difficult to push open, what, with the chair lying right in front of it and all, but she braces her shoulder and it opens just enough for her to look in.
Maker it's dark in his room. She squints, making out a shape of a figure curled up on the floor. She sounds exasperated.]
Honestly Martin...are you ill? Or is this another of your tantrums?