[So long as C really isn't hanging from one of the coat hooks, anyway.
[K pulls the door closed, leaving the closet (close, cramped, fabric brushing against his cheek and his sleeve and his hand) illuminated by nothing but the screen of his cellphone as he fumbles for the stopwatch.
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[K pulls the door closed, leaving the closet (close, cramped, fabric brushing against his cheek and his sleeve and his hand) illuminated by nothing but the screen of his cellphone as he fumbles for the stopwatch.
[This seems sort of... anti-something.]
So, uh... I guess seven minutes from now?
[He holds up the phone.
[Seven minutes is like... two whole songs.]