OOC: xD
He heard her laugh, making him chuckle back even though she still had the advantage. At least he knew where she was now, but he still had to get out of the damned cage. Vikas didn't hear anything else from Fleta after her laugh, so he went back to work on trying to escape. He shoved his elbow hard against the door, but it did nothing but make his elbow sore. He rummaged through the coats, but there was nothing useful there. Kneeling down, he found a collection of shoes hiding at the bottom. That could potentially be handy. He froze as he heard some strange sounds outside his tiny room. It seemed Fleta was indeed still in the bedroom, but what she was doing, he couldn't tell. Whatever, he couldn't keep worrying about that, he had some very pressing problems to focus on first.
Vikas picked up a sturdy heel, a stiletto by the feel of it. He stood again, facing the door. He swung the heel of the shoe down hard on the door, near the handle. The shoe stuck itself in the wood, making him pull hard to get it back out again. He was not free, but it did seem to make a dent in the wood. If he could just keep doing that, he might be able to break a hole and reach his arm through to unlock himself. He raised the shoe high in the air again, about ready to swing a second time when the door opened on its own. He stood, dumbfounded, with a bright pink shoe held above his head. Fleta stood a couple yards away from him, looking as hesitant as he was. The wolf dropped the shoe, cackling with joy.
He wasted no time. Obstacle courses amused him, particularly if a lot of it was easy to just smash through. He leaped out of the closet, managing to jump over a cardboard box in the meantime. The boy hopped left and right, easily finding his way to the safe spots on the carpet. A floor lamp had been set up diagonally, stopping him from simply running straight at the girl. Vikas dived to the floor, rolling under the lamp and jumping back to his feet again as quickly as he could. Anything small enough to be trampled on was simply knocked out of the way. The wolf dashed forward, right arm extended and looking to catch Fleta herself. He was laughing now, but he was still intent on his goal. He might not have speed, but maybe he had endurance enough to wear her out.
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