Your life is literally at risk of being stomped out, and you wanted to waste time playing with toys? Jesus help you.
The room at large was a typical boy's room. Blue carpet on the floor, blue sheets on the bed, blue paint on the walls. It did have a bit of a military theme going on; specifically US Army. Maybe his dad was deployed overseas? Regardless, the floor beyond the soldiers was cluttered with all sorts of army paraphernalia: military books, plastic rifles, even a little (well, big to you) uniform he could wear.
And, to your chagrin, nothing stood out to you as a way of getting his attention. Did you even want his attention? Was coming into this room nothing but a big mistake?
You turn around and ponder the door. Are you going to risk crawling back under the door? Your back was still bleeding from the first trip in here. Maybe you could wait for him to enter, and work from there.
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