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hh_mirror2007-04-17 08:10 pm
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Semi-Open RP: Molly finds STFU
((Open to all STFU-istas))
Molly, having eaten some of the Easter Bunny's chocolate and made full use of her newly-regained childhood, was hunting for something familiar. She had only been to the STFU suite once, but she felt like hunting Nny down now--hey, he'd actually be taller than her now! And he had all kinds of swords and knives and sharp pointy things that somehow seemed even cooler now that she was small again.
She giggled, running through the hallways and dodging anything and anyone who might be in her way. She didn't know just what had caused this change, and she didn't know how long it would last, but God she hoped it might be forever.
Molly knocked on the door--even as an eight-year-old, she knew better than to idly stick her head through a door anywhere near Nny's dwelling--and stood on her bare tiptoes, balancing like the world's smallest, grubbiest gymnast.
Molly, having eaten some of the Easter Bunny's chocolate and made full use of her newly-regained childhood, was hunting for something familiar. She had only been to the STFU suite once, but she felt like hunting Nny down now--hey, he'd actually be taller than her now! And he had all kinds of swords and knives and sharp pointy things that somehow seemed even cooler now that she was small again.
She giggled, running through the hallways and dodging anything and anyone who might be in her way. She didn't know just what had caused this change, and she didn't know how long it would last, but God she hoped it might be forever.
Molly knocked on the door--even as an eight-year-old, she knew better than to idly stick her head through a door anywhere near Nny's dwelling--and stood on her bare tiptoes, balancing like the world's smallest, grubbiest gymnast.
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"I was always afraid of Pez dispensers," she managed, between snickers. "I thought they were going to eat my fingers."
She stuffed the gooey mess back into her pocket, heedless of the stains, and wiped her fingers on her shorts. "I...thanks, Nny. I mean it. I'm not used to getting help from someone who...who knows it all first-hand, I guess." Up until the last five years, she hadn't been used to getting help period.
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