➠ xx6 ; backdated to this morning

[agentkane]

[This is a fine, lovely morning. Fine and lovely! That is, until there is an ear-piercing howl of incoherent swears ringing through the journal. This scream is followed by the sound of shattering glass. What is happening! What is going on!

Lana just woke up with teeny tiny hands. That's what.]

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[echivoc]

[Well, that is lovely to hear in the morning.]

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

[agentkane]

[And good morning to you too, Cross! Your comments just earned you more harpy shrieking, and the sound of the journal being fumblingly thrown across the the room. Teensy hands are not the most conducive thing to throwing stuff, as any t-ball coach will tell you.]

[echivoc]

[Ow, that hurt so much sob.]

What could possibly call for such a display of emotions?

[agentkane]

[From across the room, there is a groaning about hands.]

[echivoc]

[The only thing he gets is "hands."]

What about hands?

[agentkane]

[Lana finally answers Cross, but still yells] They're fucking tiny!

[echivoc]

...... [DING!]

The castle made your hands tiny.

[agentkane]

Yes!

[echivoc]

[...

hoooooookay, gotta navigate carefully through this...don't say the wrong thing...]

...why tiny hands...

[agentkane]

I don't know!

[echivoc]

[SHIT he didn't mean to say that so loudly ffff]

At least the ghosts can assist you with some tasks?

[agentkane]

Like what?! I'm not letting ghosts touch me or whatever!

[echivoc]

I was thinking more like if you needed a drink or something, not getting dressed.

[agentkane]

If I need food or a drink, the ghosts can just leave it outside the door!

[echivoc]

Talk about stubborn-headed.

[agentkane]

I don't want anyone to see me like this!