♈ Aradia: Be the bitty.

[psych0p0mps]

[Why, what's this wandering the halls today? It's a little girl, maybe four or five years old, who happens to also be an alien. She seems distressed, and so sounds the little voice picked up unwittingly by the journal.]

hell0?
is anyb0dy there
m0mma im l0st where are y0u

((Aradia's a wiggler! Headed to work but will respond asap.))

Comments

[dupable]

yeah, paradisa makes you forget everything when you leave.
so you probably left without us realizing it, and came back really soon after, but all your memories of us are gone.

[ He sure is! ]

[psych0p0mps]

[Okay, well whenever he gets here, bitty!Aradia's just sitting on a couch that absolutely dwarfs her, having a conversation with a book. Pretty normal.]

n0 i
i have a necklace

[She's not sure why that came to mind just now, but...]

[dupable]

a necklace?

[ Aaaand this'll be John entering into the lobby, looking around for regular sized Aradia right now. ]

[psych0p0mps]

[Meanwhile, bitty Aradia is plainly visible from wherever he enters, responding to his comment while fiddling with a necklace that she does, indeed, have.]

yeah this 0ne

[But she sees someone enter out of the corner of her eye, and looks up. Who's this dork in the glasses and weird hood thing?]

[dupable]

[ He's still looking when she says that, and when he finally does spot her he drops his journal. ]

... Aradia?

[psych0p0mps]

[Aradia smiles and bounces in her seat, recognizing the voice.]

John!

[dupable]

Woah! You're so tiny.

[psych0p0mps]

Nuh-uh! I'm a big girl. [She carefully sets her journal down on the cushion, hops off the couch, and retrieves the journal. She is maybe three-foot-three and 35 pounds.]

[dupable]

[ SO TINY. ]

Big girl? Really? How old are you now anyways?

[psych0p0mps]

[She fumbles with her fingers a little bit before holding up two of them.] This many.

[dupable]

Woah that's...

[ wait how does it work for trolls? Four or five? something like that. Either way. ]

Pretty big!

[psych0p0mps]

[Aradia nods enthusiastically, bouncing on the balls of her feet, but holding the journal close to her chest kind of like a shield.]

You're really tall.

[dupable]

[ At his mighty height of... five feet. ]

Uh... sure.

[psych0p0mps]

What's wrong with your mouf? [POINTS, and grins.] I knew it! I knew you had a weird face!

[dupable]

What?

[ Practically goes cross eyed trying to look down at his own mouth. ]

Nothing is weird about my face or my mouth.