Go get my other shoe!
Added 2025-01-06 02:34:12 +0000 UTCDahlia glared up at you from the stairwell landing, her frustration almost palpable despite her dramatically reduced size. Her once oversized T-shirt now dwarfed her tiny frame, slipping off one shoulder as she clutched it in place. She jabbed a tiny finger at you—or rather, her entire arm—as if the sheer force of her indignation could reverse whatever spell had shrunk her to this pathetic height.
"Go get my shoe!" she demanded, her voice surprisingly high-pitched and squeaky, which only seemed to annoy her further. “And don’t just stand there smirking like a jerk! I know you think this is funny, but I am not your entertainment right now.” She tried to maintain some dignity, tugging her shirt tighter around herself, but it was a losing battle as her bare feet shifted on the cold, gritty stairs.
You couldn’t help but chuckle. "Dahlia, you did try to cheat in potions class," you reminded her. "This feels like karmic justice, don’t you think?" Her response was a single defiant gesture—a middle finger, aimed squarely at your face—though her reduced stature made it feel more like an insult delivered by a doll. You sighed, crouching down. "Alright, alright. But you owe me for this one, tiny."
