Who's there?!
uh—
[I’m on your cupboard, next to a jar formerly full of cookies ðat has been knocked over.]
h-hi? ⍜_⍜
Why- Who… You’re so small…
…
[I’m frozen in fear]
/* I slowly approach */
… How did you even get up there?!
i…
i— i…
[I jolt back slightly as you come closer]
/*I narrow my eyes.*/
Who are you?
m-me?
my n-name is kschwal…
you're… not going to hurt me, right?
Well… No. You’re not exactly… threatening.
Second question, how did you get into my house, Kschwal?
/* I pull over a chair and sit down on it. */
i… came in þrough ð-ðat outlet.
[Ðe outlet I’m pointing at, in fact, doesn’t look attached to ðe wall very well.]
/* I look at the outlet and then at Kschwal as if considering whether he could actually fit through. */
Okay and what exactly are you? Some kind of cookie stealing fairy?
s-stealing? no! i wasn’t going to steal a cookie!
just… borrow one.
Ah yes, borrow… You can take a cookie if you want, I have more.
þ-þank you.
[I slowly take a cookie from ðe pile.]
Okay… but seriously you are so small, you look like you could sleep in a sock.
… How did you get up on that shelf from the outlet anyway?
i’m g-good at climbing…
[I look over ðe edge of ðe table. You notice ðere’s a þread on ðe floor near your feet.]
…oh, crap.
Hmmmmm okay- wait a second, Kschwal, I know you from somewhere? Right?
maybe? what’s your name?
[I pace around ðe table’s edge, trying to figure out a way to get down safely.]
Hah, uhh call me Lukadjo.
Do you want to get down?
ah! y-yes, þank you!
/* I walk over to you and pick you up */
And…
/* I place you down */
There.
Where do you live, anyways? It’s not like you live in my walls, right?
(phew.)
well, not just yours…
a lot of people’s walls are connected, you know?
(‘◉⌓◉’)