[ There is something nearby when that arm sprouts through the ground. In fact, it's Lottie's arm β one that is comparatively slim and slender to the mechanical wonder that is desperately grabbing at her. She feels fingertips press into the exposed part of her arm where she's held, right where her wrist is (she's rolled up her sleeves to keep herself as clean as possible because dirt), and his grip feels cold but kind of warm? From the soil?? Oh god???
Also, she is screaming. This entire time she is screaming and it only stops for her to exclaim a loud and wobbly: ]
Okay, okay, I get it! I get it!!
[ Her heart is thrumming madly, enough for her to not even realize that some of the dirt flung from his surprise entrance landed onto her shirt, a bit on her cheek. Her other hand grasps at his forearm, heels digging into the dirt as she gets a good grip on him, and pulls. ]
bearing fruit, a!!
Also, she is screaming. This entire time she is screaming and it only stops for her to exclaim a loud and wobbly: ]
Okay, okay, I get it! I get it!!
[ Her heart is thrumming madly, enough for her to not even realize that some of the dirt flung from his surprise entrance landed onto her shirt, a bit on her cheek. Her other hand grasps at his forearm, heels digging into the dirt as she gets a good grip on him, and pulls. ]