Chara barely sets foot outside when there's a soft click, a not-at-all-soft yell, and the pillowy "whumpf" of impact. A veritable snowstorm of feathers whooshes in through the open doorway, and settles serenely on the ground. The sharp whack of a fist hitting a wall, and Chara steps calmly back into the room, feathers in their hair, feathers sliding off their shoulders, a feather caught underneath the chain of their locket. They're massaging their hand and pretending Very Hard that they were just doing a cool dramatic gesture totally on purpose, not that they have been pranked into absolute oblivion.]
4/12, late, literally two steps outside room 12
Chara barely sets foot outside when there's a soft click, a not-at-all-soft yell, and the pillowy "whumpf" of impact. A veritable snowstorm of feathers whooshes in through the open doorway, and settles serenely on the ground. The sharp whack of a fist hitting a wall, and Chara steps calmly back into the room, feathers in their hair, feathers sliding off their shoulders, a feather caught underneath the chain of their locket. They're massaging their hand and pretending Very Hard that they were just doing a cool dramatic gesture totally on purpose, not that they have been pranked into absolute oblivion.]
I cannot believe how hard he is trying.