[ Ryoji didn't get to eat the hundred year cake, so instead he places the whistle in between his lips and blows as hard as he can. Either it's a dog whistle or it's too clogged up with cake, but no noise comes out to distract the rats like he had hoped.
—okay, that didn't work, so Ryoji grabs Kasen's wrist at his uninjured side and pulls him to run. ]
A whistle! I don't think it'll help!
[ Getting to the kitchen was nice and simple, but all the regrets come rushing forth now of how much of the house they'll have to get through— the dining room, long hallways— in order to get outside and hopefully have the rats choose the freedom of the swamp instead of biting their ankles. ]
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—okay, that didn't work, so Ryoji grabs Kasen's wrist at his uninjured side and pulls him to run. ]
A whistle! I don't think it'll help!
[ Getting to the kitchen was nice and simple, but all the regrets come rushing forth now of how much of the house they'll have to get through— the dining room, long hallways— in order to get outside and hopefully have the rats choose the freedom of the swamp instead of biting their ankles. ]