Aug 17, 2020
Lucy glanced at Truck as she passed, and then looked again-- and as a result walked directly into a chair. "Oh!" She squeaked, falling over and taking the chair with her.
Truck was wiping plaster splatter off himself with a rag, smiling down at his hands as she passed without needing to look up to know it was her. He did look up at the awful crashing noise that followed, and in an instant he was kneeling over her, gently disentangling her from the chair.
“You okay? Nothing broken? Thought I moved all the furniture out of the way, but that chair’s got a mind of its own. Starting to think it might be haunted.”
