No. Take them off.

This was not right. No. Inga frowned and shook her head, only prompting the earrings to ring and scratch her more. Naked in a supposedly public place. The first thing you put on is earrings, of course. What were you thinking?

And these are, like, actually annoying ones. The girl tried to find where she clipped one of these things together, but the seam would not be easily caught onto. Attempts to separate it led to an unexpected discovery. A little keyhole. Apparently, these earrings were locked on until she found a key to them.

{if RAGE > 1}"Uurgh!" — the girl banged her fists against her folding bed, testing its strength. The fucking earrings would not come off? What the fuck was going on? She should have thrown them down with this clock! And now... that would require coming down herself as well.{elseif CLUE > 0}Regretfully, the keys from inside the clock seemed small compared to their former hiding place, but still too large for her newly secured accessory.

"Nothin'." — Oh, she said it. She must have been saying that often before she got there. It was hard to explain otherwise how the word came so naturally onto and beyond her lips.{else}Alas. It so turns out that she was going to need to wear them for some more...{endif}