In the warehouse
«Bau bau grrrr (But who do you want to see us, here, at this time at night? I got it, you’re a chicken... alright, go, I’ll do it by myself!)» I answered sticking my nose in the narrow hole between the wall and the gate, putting pressure to try and make it slide.
Giotto stayed still to look at me with his arms crossed, shaking his head, I kept insisting pushing it and yelled in pain. I had already got a wound near my right eye, the gate didn’t move an inch but I wasn’t giving up.
«Iiii... (Damn it, it’s just a bone! Why do you have to be so stubborn? Come on, move away...)» Giotto said in an huffily.
He came closer and dragged me away from there, then he removed the duct-tape and started pushing the gate. Struggling no small we managed to open a c***k big enough to let
