MHA #12, Saturday Morning
Alistair's morning went about as such:
He woke up, scratched himself, was briefly confused, got up, felt even more confused, nearly fell over as the sudden difference in balance struck him, stared down, shrieked, ran for the mirror, fell over on his way to the mirror, stared at the mirror, and--
"MORRIGAN!"
He was not going to give her the satisfaction of going out and being seen like this.
He was going to take his new ample bosom and stay in. Thank you very much.
... Squishy.
[[ establishy, la la. ]]
He woke up, scratched himself, was briefly confused, got up, felt even more confused, nearly fell over as the sudden difference in balance struck him, stared down, shrieked, ran for the mirror, fell over on his way to the mirror, stared at the mirror, and--
"MORRIGAN!"
He was not going to give her the satisfaction of going out and being seen like this.
He was going to take his new ample bosom and stay in. Thank you very much.
... Squishy.
[[ establishy, la la. ]]