[Here Will nods stubbornly, gritting his teeth hard enough that his jaw visibly tenses. Even if his knees are practically buckling, he's going to walk into the house of his own accord. He grabs onto the door to steady himself and focuses all his energy on getting inside.
Inside is -- well, it's definitely the home of two eighth-graders. Cluttered, messy, candy wrappers and stray socks everywhere. There's also an enormous, detailed mural of a castle surrounded by woods and fields on one wall of the living room. Will's work, probably. He collapses onto the couch, leaning back heavily against the cushions. Take that, shaky legs, he beat you.]
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Inside is -- well, it's definitely the home of two eighth-graders. Cluttered, messy, candy wrappers and stray socks everywhere. There's also an enormous, detailed mural of a castle surrounded by woods and fields on one wall of the living room. Will's work, probably. He collapses onto the couch, leaning back heavily against the cushions. Take that, shaky legs, he beat you.]