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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 10:02 pm
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Taym had the habit of waking up first, so much so that it was almost a challenge, a bone of contention that led to America trying to wake up early enough and quiet enough to beat him to it. And at first, it seems like she's succeeded. Taym wakes to a bed gone cold and lonely, no pleasant curves or obnoxious tug of what's left of his part of the blanket to greet him. All that's left is for him to shiver resentfully in silence.
But then there she is. Restlessly tossing and turning, muttering something in a tiny, highpitched voice, cradled on the pillow next to him.
Congratulations, Obadiah Thompson: you are now unarguably taller than your girlfriend, no matter what shoes she may wear.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 10:27 pm
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This is certainly a dream.
He is so sure of this that he closes his eyes for several more seconds and aggressively pinches himself. This does not change anything and so he is forced to open his eyes again, and behold, again, his girlfriend in miniature.
This gives him several long seconds to try and process what is occurring, but nothing is really clicking and so after a moment his thoughts turn instead to how he might wake her up without traumatizing her, which seems difficult if not impossible. Certainly if he'd woken up next to a giant anyone his first reaction would be raw animal panic. Then again, that's also apparently his first reaction to waking up next to a tiny someone, too.
Moments trickle by in uncomprehending silence as he gazes into space, and then back at her, and then back into space.
He speaks, finally, very quietly, directing the words at the cruel unreceptiveness of the ceiling. "America. You may want to brace yourself. Something strange has happened."
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 1:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 3:19 pm
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There would be some time before a response. Mostly because Jeremiah had to show Algie the picture and then there was a moment of Taym texted you? because even his husband knew that they did not strictly like each other.
Only got along when it came to work and projects because it was for the better good.
Still, a response came. Thankfully he would be straight to the point.
rejam text to: obadiah t.as trite as it sounds, you may want to tell her to focus on being big. magic reacts to strong will.
The phone buzzed a second later.
Quote: text to: obadiah t.spontaneous magic after something like what happened recently isn't unusual. also, knowing her, you may want to not mention anything that might encourage her because it could take longer to get her back to normal size. a tiny saddle or something for mr. bitterberry or the like.
Because he knew America.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 10:36 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 11:48 am
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"You better not, I'll die of instant cancer probably!" Still, she allows him to put her on the dresser, where she promptly starts exploring. "Big, big, biiiig. Humongous! Hard to think 'bout anything but being big, gotta say."
She wanders toward the edge to look over the side and see how far up it seemed. "Dang! I bet I could climb down no problem though." Thankfully she is soon distracted by the prospect of jumping into a box of tissues.
"Big, big, big!" She was singing it now. "America Jones, big as a ********! Bigger n'a breadbox, bigger n'a duck!"
Holding up a tissue, she keeps up her nonsense song and considers making a robe or dress of it. Maybe a sheet ghost. Glancing up a Taym over a pile of tissue, she catches his expression and her own immediately turns guilty. His face is kinda huge right now, pretty hard to miss how unhappy he was and how unfair she was being. There was lots and lots of unfair s**t he had to deal with lately, wasn't there?
"Sorry." The tiny figure finally stills and she shuts her eyes, trying to focus. She's so keyed-up, though. Has been for awhile, really. Less sleep, and what she gets is restless. Waking, she's anxious. And maybe it's a little bit nice, to wake up to a distracting surprise. To find a piece of magic again that wasn't ominous, wasn't some weighty responsibility.
Trying to calm down and focus herself on growing back to normal wasn't working. Opening her eyes she asks, "Could you pick me up again?"
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