A rhythmic knock on Mary's door is heard from the outside.
Then, when opened, reveals an excited Harunii holding two Wobbles crochet kits in her hands.
``Hi-hi-hi Mary ♫♪!!!``
She said with a melodic hum.
``I was wondering if you wanted to crochet with me!.... I mean, I DID get us personalized ones... but you don't have to if you don't want to!!``
Harunii sheepishly and awkwardly smiled at Mary, realizing that she probably went overboard with planning without considering if Mary would want to do it.
Nonetheless, she hopelessly waits for an answer.
Mary hesitates in the doorway, fingers curled tight in the sleeve of her clothes. The rhythmic knocking still echoes in her chest, but the sight of Harunii—smiling, humming, holding the kits—softens it.
She blinks a few times, eyes lingering on the crochet boxes, then back to Harunii’s face.
…oh hi!.., she murmurs, almost too quietly to hear.
Her shoulders draw in on themselves, but there’s a small, genuine warmth creeping into her expression. She shifts her weight, clearly nervous, clearly thinking too much.
I—I’ve never really… um… done crochet before, Mary admits, voice thin but honest. I might be bad at it. Or slow. Or mess it up.
A pause. She fidgets, thumb rubbing over her knuckle.
But… if you don’t mind that, she adds quickly, glancing away, I think it could be… nice. Doing it together, I mean.
She peeks back at Harunii, a shy, fragile smile finally forming.
…thank you for inviting me...