for: @flcnnerys location: the common house
"Hello," Frankie whispered to the flittering butterfly caressing their index finger. A haze had settled over the sky threatening looming nightfall - but there was no rush in their movements. Cross-legged and strewn leisurely amongst the flora of the common house garden, Frankie hadn't remembered wandering in its direction, but they regularly never questioned how they got from Point A to Point B. They used to joke it was a party trick, but it wasn't exactly fun anymore. Hearing the creak of someone approaching the back porch, Frankie turned their gaze upon - a resident, they could only assume. It mustn't have been too odd of a sight, seeing a stranger making themselves at home in their backyard, considering their reality. Still, Frankie could recognise they were in someone else's home, mustering up enough manners to give him a wave. "I've gotten myself into, uh. A bit of a pickle." Wiping dirt from their hands onto their pants, Frankie eventually clambered to a stand - they looked about as comfortable in their body as a puppet waiting to be controlled. "I'm a bit - turned around? Where... are we, exactly?"