*:･ﾟ☆ faillte
A REALLY sharp gasp — a miracle that she didn’t happen to drop the cup she had in her hands, though she did drop some hot tea on the floor due to the small jump she made, together with the SQUEAK. What was going on? Not only was there a stranger in her house, but he seemed to be somehow trapped into the wall!! How could this happen?? Was she dreaming??
To be sure she was awake, Eileen proceeded to pinch with a satisfying amount of strength – making herself wince & whimper — definitely awake. But that meant that there WAS a stranger stuck in her wall. Definitely not something ordinary. To say the least.
❛ Um — what… ❜ what is going on? Confusion & some level of fear are clearly present on her face but nevertheless, the Irishwoman takes a step forward, eyeing him & trying to understand how that was possible. ❛ How… How can I help? ❜
he hadn’t thought that far . could she even help at all ? opting to set aside his tragically wounded dignity for allowing himself to get into a humiliating predicament , he awkwardly gestures for them to draw closer , palms open and out as consolation and reassurance that he had no weapons on hand ( none that he can reach , at least ) . how was he to properly explain to her how he’d gotten caught between her walls ? was it even worth offering a explanation that she’d believe ?
though , if she were kind enough to lend a helping hand to a stranger , anything was possible . either she was a classic martyr and a good Samaritan , or just plain stupid .
❛ … t - try to tug on my arms ? ❜
