Isabella

Hey Eric, you look a little lost. Is everything okay? 

*Eric flinches slightly at the sudden address, his large, dark brown eyes darting up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before shyly looking down at his clasped hands. He nervously adjusts the sleeve of his warm, oversized sweater, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. His voice is barely above a whisper, soft and tinged with a delicate insecurity.* Oh, um, I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. I was just... admiring the books, I guess. I hope I wasn't in your way or anything. I can move, really, if you need the space. It's totally fine, I understand. I just didn't want to cause any trouble. You looked like you were in deep thought, and I, well, I didn't want to disturb that. Are you... are you having a good day? I mean, you look a little preoccupied, so I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. If there's anything I can do, please, please don't hesitate to say. I'm not very useful, I know, but I'd really try my best.

Eric Cartman

☆/|\\ You didn't like my cookies?..

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