[ dimitri hops to grab the edge of the roof and pull himself up, enough that he can take a look over it all. good thing his friends are not contemplating violence in the meantime.
he drops himself with a sigh, brushing off his hands as he walks back over. ]
Well, I do not believe we'll have any luck with the roof—
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he drops himself with a sigh, brushing off his hands as he walks back over. ]
Well, I do not believe we'll have any luck with the roof—
[ ? what are they doing ]