Power houses come in small sizes, so why is the tallest in charge?
Who: makes_asteroids, icy-heavens, thelittlestbube
When: June 30th, early morning
Where: HoA
Summary: Hitsugaya is scoping out the HoA to install protective measures, Magneto is still bitty and in, literally, over his head and Jubilee is trying to make sure two senior bitties don't break anything.
Warnings: Probably not.
He had literally written a note and tacked it to his office wall, 'Remember to thank Reed Richards for unstable molecules.' He still had the shoes he'd stolen from the mall, taking advantage of the chaos of the attack to snatch a pare of children's ballet shoes. Ballet slippers were the most similar to his boots, which was why he had taken them. He hadn't been happy about abandoning his gym shoes and pants but they were normal clothes - unstable molecules he would have taken with him, no matter what. But the slippers worked - and he didn't mind if they looked a bit odd. But other than the pants Jack had given him and the cut up, too large sweater, he'd only had Franklin's clothes - now too small for him - to wear. And even then, they were too large for him. Being smaller than Franklin - who was the same age as him - had made him blink. Realizing that Franklin had been bigger than him at seven had been a tad on the humiliating side. So all he had left was shrinking one of his costumes to fit. The black jumpsuit looked a little serve with his pale skin and black hair, but he didn't care at the moment. Noticeably absent was his NV, as he had broken it early that morning.
Now he sat in a chair, legs folded up under him so the didn't dangle. Jubilee was lounging with her sketch pad, working on something, and Hitsugaya was on his way. He only hoped he didn't do something like trip over his feet while the taichou was there.
When: June 30th, early morning
Where: HoA
Summary: Hitsugaya is scoping out the HoA to install protective measures, Magneto is still bitty and in, literally, over his head and Jubilee is trying to make sure two senior bitties don't break anything.
Warnings: Probably not.
He had literally written a note and tacked it to his office wall, 'Remember to thank Reed Richards for unstable molecules.' He still had the shoes he'd stolen from the mall, taking advantage of the chaos of the attack to snatch a pare of children's ballet shoes. Ballet slippers were the most similar to his boots, which was why he had taken them. He hadn't been happy about abandoning his gym shoes and pants but they were normal clothes - unstable molecules he would have taken with him, no matter what. But the slippers worked - and he didn't mind if they looked a bit odd. But other than the pants Jack had given him and the cut up, too large sweater, he'd only had Franklin's clothes - now too small for him - to wear. And even then, they were too large for him. Being smaller than Franklin - who was the same age as him - had made him blink. Realizing that Franklin had been bigger than him at seven had been a tad on the humiliating side. So all he had left was shrinking one of his costumes to fit. The black jumpsuit looked a little serve with his pale skin and black hair, but he didn't care at the moment. Noticeably absent was his NV, as he had broken it early that morning.
Now he sat in a chair, legs folded up under him so the didn't dangle. Jubilee was lounging with her sketch pad, working on something, and Hitsugaya was on his way. He only hoped he didn't do something like trip over his feet while the taichou was there.