🌼 culture shock!
✧ Starter for @laesocorde
What if he wasn’t home? What if this wasn’t even the right place and whoever gave her directions was just trying to make a fool of herself? Merrill had been pacing around the floor of some Cotes brownstone for about 10 minutes now, worriedly wringing her hands and going over the possible ways she could humiliate herself by knocking on this door.
It was no secret at this point that she was lost and confused, anyone could see that. Disoriented from all the new assaults on her senses, she could hardly even tell which way was up sometimes! She needed help, and who better to get it from than someone who didn’t like her. Seeking out Fenris and bothering him was certainly less scary than putting her trust in humans she didn’t know.
❝ The worst he’ll do is give you an earful. He’s done it before, you can handle that! Come on, Merrill, stone up! ❞ She said aloud to herself, face scrunched up with determination.
Clutching her satchel tight, she finally put her foot down (literally) and turned on her heel to face the door. She could do this! She had to do this, or else she’d―
As her hand was about to make contact, the door to the apartment she’d been stomping around outside of swung open with quite the force. Well, so much for knocking!