HunterCameron
A Fantastic Mess
Benjamin
He continued push the other, a bit more slowly now, and without sound effects.
"We're going to the kitchen of course. It's snack time." He said matter-of-factly. Of course there wasn't actually a set schedule for snacks, but that wouldn't stop him from grabbing some. He may have just devoured two entire sandwiches but that didn't mean he wasn't still feeling ravenous. Especially for some really well made sweets. The rip in dimension at the counter should have some sort of cheese cake, or maybe a nice dish with chocolate. Either way the plate was his, and maybe his new friend here too would like some.
"I'm going to show you a secret okay?" He whispered. This wasn't too big of a deal, but he did always like to be dramatic. "You can't tell anyone, not a soul! Do you understand Wheels?" He didn't wait for a response. "I'm trusting you with this, the fate of the world rests in your small, fragile, tiny, minuscule, feminine, teeny-weeny hands." He finished, feeling very proud of himself for sounding like he just read all the synonyms for the word small. Now that he looked closer, he realized how right he actually was. Julian was tiny, they were so small he was afraid he might have broken something when pushing them before. He froze, and stopped pushing the wheel chair.
"Did I hurt you?! Are you okay?" He panicked, now facing the kid. "Why do you look like you've never eaten a god-damn thing in your entire life? We need to fix this!" He pointed a finger into the air. "I will make sure you get fat." He began pushing the chair again, this time a lot more carefully. Finally giving the other a chance to talk.
Nat like the bug
He continued push the other, a bit more slowly now, and without sound effects.
"We're going to the kitchen of course. It's snack time." He said matter-of-factly. Of course there wasn't actually a set schedule for snacks, but that wouldn't stop him from grabbing some. He may have just devoured two entire sandwiches but that didn't mean he wasn't still feeling ravenous. Especially for some really well made sweets. The rip in dimension at the counter should have some sort of cheese cake, or maybe a nice dish with chocolate. Either way the plate was his, and maybe his new friend here too would like some.
"I'm going to show you a secret okay?" He whispered. This wasn't too big of a deal, but he did always like to be dramatic. "You can't tell anyone, not a soul! Do you understand Wheels?" He didn't wait for a response. "I'm trusting you with this, the fate of the world rests in your small, fragile, tiny, minuscule, feminine, teeny-weeny hands." He finished, feeling very proud of himself for sounding like he just read all the synonyms for the word small. Now that he looked closer, he realized how right he actually was. Julian was tiny, they were so small he was afraid he might have broken something when pushing them before. He froze, and stopped pushing the wheel chair.
"Did I hurt you?! Are you okay?" He panicked, now facing the kid. "Why do you look like you've never eaten a god-damn thing in your entire life? We need to fix this!" He pointed a finger into the air. "I will make sure you get fat." He began pushing the chair again, this time a lot more carefully. Finally giving the other a chance to talk.
Nat like the bug