Josué tried to wiggle out of his puffy jacket, succeeding and placing it in front of him. He knew it was somewhere close to 6, so maybe that would block the hook or get stuck on it or something until 6? He was just about to try to squeeze past the corner when his eyes suddenly unadjusted for some reason. It was as if someone pulled a blanket over his eyes.
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Golden sat himself in the corner, trying to yell over Foxy's screeches. "Need any help there?" he could barely hear his robotic voice over the noise Foxy was making, so he went back into the drawings and got closer. "If I was human my ears would be ringing right now." he muttered, finally deciding against asking and deciding to do it anyway.
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[@Morric]