((im back baby yippee!! Also I know there’s drama, I just try to separate the art from the artist))

Guest 1337’s hand paused on the doorknob to Two Time’s room, before giving it an experimental tug.

Locked. The fallen soldier turned to Chance and Shedletsky. “They locked their door.” He said in his gruff voice. Chance huffed, before walking up and pounding their fist on the door.

“Hellooooo? Fellow sentinel to Two Time!” He called impatiently. Shedletsky was chewing on a chicken leg, clearly in deep thought. He finished eating before speaking up, wiping crumbs from his mouth.

“What if we tried picking the lock?” The former admin suggested.