Puppets in a sauna (Open)
He cringed, looking up from tying the laces on his gloves. Oh god what did she want…how did she know his name? Maybe she had a class with him and he didn’t notice. He looked up at her, growling a little and snapping back.
"Wha’ d’ y’ want? I’m busy ‘ere!" It was somewhat true, he had work to do and this could’ve been considered slacking off. Homework, a commission piece, etc.
He dug out his watch again, this time actually checking the time. Oh god how long had he been in there?
"Well y’ gonna answe’ me or not, eh pipsqueak? I got things t’ do." He turned to her, folding his arms. Well of course at this point he had finished putting his gloves on.
She had a brain fart, realizing that she didn't think almost any of this through thoroughly. She thought for a moment, or that's what she thought how long she took. She probably took more than 10 seconds to think. She is rather bad at making excuses, but she can always pull out a trick from under her sleeve.
She took out a large pickle jar from an unknown place that should never be discussed under her circumstances. She tried to turn it, but with her lack of strength, she got no where. She pulled the lid and also pushed it, but with no luck.
"Help me, please." She showed a gloomy expression on her face, expecting an answer from him.
