[Flandre touches down on the flat roof, letting go of Cirno for now.]
There's a door here.
[And as she says this sets about to prying the roof access door open, hooking her claws into the metal and the handle and pulling. It's locked, but that doesn't mean much when one has the strength to crumple it like tinfoil.]
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There's a door here.
[And as she says this sets about to prying the roof access door open, hooking her claws into the metal and the handle and pulling. It's locked, but that doesn't mean much when one has the strength to crumple it like tinfoil.]