SCRAPESCRAPSCRAPEBANGBOOMSCRAPE (The sounds of a snowball fight 8D)

[belgiqueroyaume]

If you happen to be passing by the ye olde well in the garden (Because every garden has one - DENY IT NOT), you'd hear angry mutterings and bangs. The sounds of scraping, like someone trying to climb out, echo. A hand makes it to the top, but a sudden shriek of terror and a loud thud shows the creature fell back to its dirty lair. Ew.

Still, the

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[belgiqueroyaume]

A few more of those come out, and by the gods a hand appears, grimy and dirty and ewwwww. It waves at you, AS IF KNOWING YOU WERE THERE, and a shriek and a thud end such communication as it's brought back down. Of course, what would it be without a few angry French words?

[ooc: I promised myself this parody, Ramen~ ♥
I MISSED YOU D8]

[belgiqueroyaume]

The hands closes all the fingers except one - the middle finger. A groan which sounds like "Ugh, why'd it have to do be that Jap?" comes from the well. But are you sure? CAN IT TALK? The filthy hand decides to stop flipping you off, and waves wildly again.

[belgiqueroyaume]

The hand waves at you dismissively, then seems to change its mind and does the "come hither" motion.

Just had to be the guy with the erotic posters, huh... Only chance to get out of here, though...

[belgiqueroyaume]

Who didn't see that cracked up room? You even let the little ones be exposed to it! The hand "replies" dismissively. While trying to find the very edge of the well.

[belgiqueroyaume]

A growl emits from the well and the hand grabs the stick.

Quiet! I'm not obsessed with beer, you know. I.... I fell in the well - it was dark, before you start on any jokes!

[belgiqueroyaume]

She shakily climbs from the well, not looking to be in good shape at all.

What kind of girl do you take me for? I was returning early from my trip to Antwerp when I kind of stopped watching where I was going... And I fell down the well.

[belgiqueroyaume]

With a shrug she sits on the well, frowning slightly at how dirty her clothes actually were. Running hands over the fabric to smooth it out, she glances up to smile at the other.

Thank you, by the way. For getting me from this well. It was... Kind of strange down there.

[belgiqueroyaume]

A-ah... You supplied the stick. That helped get me out. Even if you didn't mean it for the specific purpose.

She stands up, and closes the distance between them, planting a small kiss on his cheek. She steps back after that, returning to her seat in a tinge of embarrassment.