four truffula stumps

[shortishandbossy]

[yo Paradisa, there's a very short orange creature with a mustache trying to reach the door to the fridge in the kitchen. 

what do.]

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[xss]

[>stare

well there's been... no short supply of weird things in this place so...]

D...Do you need any help...?

[shortishandbossy]

[He only grunts and keeps swiping at the fridge. Maybe he'll get it after a few more tries...]

[xss]

[Chihiro stares at it for a while before softly padding over and just.... reaching out for the fridge handle, intending to open it just a tad

She understands the frustrations of being a shorty ok]

[shortishandbossy]

[He stops pawing and lets out a defeated sigh. It sucks being his size sometimes.]

Thanks.

[whistles_the_blues]

[Well there's a robot kid with weird hair and sunglasses watching from the other side of the kitchen. Why exactly is he there when he has no need to eat? Well that's anyone's guess.]

[shortishandbossy]

What're you lookin' at?

[whistles_the_blues]

Whatever you are.

Having trouble?

[wolfchild]

Did you try standing on something?

[ snark picks the little girl with the wolf bigger than her. ]

[shortishandbossy]

Don't need to. I'll get it. [He won't.]

[wolfchild]

On a stool.

[ but she doesn't particularly care enough to offer help. she strolls to the freezer to pick out steaks. ]

[slayswalruses]

[Sup Lorax, there's a wolf who's come wandering into the kitchen.

He'll stop a few feet away while trying to figure out what the heck you are. When Toboe thinks you aren't paying attention, he'll try to sneak closer.]

[shortishandbossy]

[Oh, hey, it's another animal. He's too busy trying to grasp that handle to care at the moment, really.]

[slayswalruses]

[He's clearly not human, so Toboe doesn't feel the need to hide the fact that he can talk.]

Do you need some help with that?

[compromisedarrow]

[And have one archer who has finished jogging and is waiting, slightly impatiently, to get at one of the gatorades in aforementioned fridge.]

You're forming a queue, ya know.

[shortishandbossy]

[The Lorax stops and turns, giving the other an almost embarrassed look before stepping aside.]

Fine, have at it.

[compromisedarrow]

[Walking up, opening the fridge with noticeable ease, and leaving it open for the orange guy.

He's not even going to say anything about how weird this all is.]

You know there's stools, right? [Barton gestures to one with his bottle before opening it and drinking.]

[silent_guardian]

[Hello short orange creature. There is a short golden man floating into the kitchen, yawning broadly. He stops and waves when he sees the other person already in the room]

[shortishandbossy]

[He pauses for a moment to stare before finally giving him a slight wave. Hello, other guardian dude.]

Hey.

[silent_guardian]

[Ohai. He blinks, looking the other person over with interest. Finally he grins and waves at him.]

[deductiongeek]

[Conan is watching this with some bemusement. He could sympathize with the pain of being short, considering he had been stuck being three feet tall for the past three years. On the other hand, he didn't have much patience for people who ignored obvious solutions.

After a few moments of this Conan gets off his chair and starts pushing it over to the refrigerator.]

Oi. Try standing on this.

[shortishandbossy]

[He's not gonna help with the pushing, but he will stand aside until it's close enough for him to climb on.]

Thanks, kid.

[deductiongeek]

[Oi. I'm not a kid.]

No problem!

[delincuente]

[He's getting no help from this girl sitting across the room, who seems to be eating an entire box of Froot Loops with her hands. What excellent table manners!

She watches the Lorax, her face blank, and then finally opens her mouth - not to offer help, but to ask the question that's been on her mind since she saw him.]

Hey. Are you an alien?

[shortishandbossy]

[He turns around and gives her a look of disbelief before sputtering.]

Wh-- No! I'm the Lorax! Guardian of the forest, speaker for the plant life. Definitely not an alien.

[delincuente]

[She takes another handful of cereal, and pops a few pieces into her mouth.]

... Some kind of alien plant lawyer, then.

[Not letting go of the alien thing. After all, she's an alien to him.]