#nyla: 01

“Oh this isn’t good,” she said as she viewed the knocked over vending machine, “maybe if I ju-” she attempted to pick it up to no avail “- yup, nope, great.” Huffing, she ran a hand through her hair and slowly began to back up, deliberating what to do next before feeling herself bump into something. “Please tell me I bumped into a wall,” she quietly said, hoping to not hear a reply

“You bumped into a wall,” Jude chuckled, reaching out to help steady the other blonde.  “Though I do hate to break it to you, lovely, but most walls will not respond when you entreat them.”  The view of the upended vending machine was mysterious; most people not having the strength to be able to tip one over.  “What do you suppose happened here?”