Cork in a bottle
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@parum-imperio
Oswald was in the middle of trying to scramble his way out of a crawl space in the wall— one he had so delicately placed himself in and got STUCK in. He had heard a rather annoying sound coming from within, and had called for somebody to check on it. After a few futile attempts of that, he decided to just do it himself as it was becoming ever more aggravating to listen to with each passing minute. So he he heard footsteps behind him, he ceased all moved and sighed— how undignifying.
“Who ever is out there can you PLEASE just help me out and I may consider sparing your existence for even witnessing this.”
Richie stared, then quickly slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to spill out at the sight of the ever dignified Oswald stuck halfway out the wall. Those pretty pale eyes would be seething on the other side of the wall, no doubt. The words were unusually sharp for somebody as sweet and awkward as Os, but he could imagine it would be frustrating being stuck in the damn wall. Besides, hadn’t he concluded right away that everything about Os was sharp?
“Hey there, squirmy!”, he said as he knelt, placing what he hoped was a comforting hand on the other’s back as he peered at the edges of the hole. How Os had managed to squeeze himself inside was a mystery. But the shoulders were the broadest place, so... “Don’t flatten, there’s enough height. Try to hold your arms straight out, that’ll squeeze your shoulders together a little”, he said, loping an arm around the narrow waist, reaching underneath to grab a firm hold of the chest. “I’ll pull on three, yeah? One... two... three.”
He tightened his grip and pulled, prepared to stop if there was too much resistance.