The suitcase refused to close.
Neville pressed down on the lid with both hands, throwing his entire body weight into the effort. Still, it stubbornly popped open from somewhere within the chaos of clothes and survival gear he had managed to cram inside.
"You have got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath, shoving the clothes back into the depths of the luggage.
[Host, do you think you can put some of the stuff in the inventory? It will save you a lot of space, and you may just bring your backpack with you instead. (づ￣ ³￣)づ]
Neville's eye twitched. "Shelly, if you had reminded me of this three hours ago, before I started packing, I would have been grateful. Now? I just want to squeeze the life out of you."
[But watching you struggle is so entertaining! ♪(´ε` )]
"Tsk."
