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?
(‘◉⌓◉’)
Wha
yeah, ðere’s like all sorts of underground tunnels and stuff…
i don’t actually know who built them, though. it’s strange.
… That’s not… ominous at all…
Well okay, were you here just to “borrow”-
Oh, uh, I’m getting a call. I’ll be right back. Don’t break anything!
/* I leave the kitchen and close the door behind me. */
…okay…
so… should i leave now…?
…
Okay I’m back-
It seems I have to go do something now…
I hope we can meet again some other time. Before I go, I just want to ask. What’s your favorite: Food, color and month (of the year)?
my favorite food… i’d say soup, actually. i’ve gotten pretty good at cooking it recently.
my favorite color is purple, but i guess you already figured ðat out. hehe.
[My cloþes are wholly made out of purple patches.]
and my favorite… monþ? what are ðose?
What… You don’t know? oh uh well it’s like
A year is separated into twelve months so there’s January, February, March, April, May and so on.
You get it?
…i don’t, sorry.
but, my favorite season is winter!
ðe walls get really warm and cozy around ðat time…
Oh, okay- I really have to go now if I don’t want to be late.
Uhh, I guess you’re free to come and go when you want, even though it doesn’t seem like you need permission.