In what appeared to be a Cleansing Burst Of Synchronicity, 'Dite's had just received a shipment of t-shirts and tank tops referencing something called "Boobquake." Raven put them out, but no, she wasn't wearing one, thank you very much.
Going to a sex shop when you were bored sounded kind of cliche but Hannibal hadn't ever argued that he wasn't. Besides, he hadn't been in awhile. Seeing a familiar face when he pushed open the door just made the visit better.
"Ah, so you spent the weekend confused," Hannibal guessed. "That always sucks. I just spent it hyper as crap. At least you weren't alone in being small, right?"
"Very confused, and overwhelmed," Raven said. "I was once again without the shielding that Professor Skywalker taught me after I came here. In Azarath, I did not need to protect myself from the emotions of others as I have to here, though at least the emotions of children are not as intense as teenagers." There'd been no risk of any doors being molested.
"You have any fun?" Hannibal asked curiously. "I mean, you probably didn't realize it was fun at the time but now that you're back and now a little better?"
"See, not all bad," Hannibal pointed out, grinning. "Good. I jumped off tables and got into a fight with the tiny version of my girlfriend because I wouldn't say she was awesome."
Hannibal looked thoughtful for a moment, trying to figure out something they all had in common. "I don't know Jono that well but I know Mat and Chuck are both flirtatious. Players, of a sort."
"Hey!" Hannibal said, waving cheerfully. "How's business?"
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Except that she totally was.
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See? So not any type.
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