❝Do you really think I would do something like that? I promise you, this wasn’t me. Cross my heart and hope to die.❞
――― ❝I don’t really know – but your face makes me think that you would.❞
❝If it wasn’t you, then who was it? I wanna hear a solid excuse for this one, since you were basically found at the scene of the crime. So – you’re lookin’ pretty guilty to me right now, buddy.❞
A single glance was given downwards at her now rather ample front before Elsa quickly whipped her head around, craning her neck to look behind——
and with wide eyes she turned to face her friend, only widening further upon seeing how Irma was dressed. Elsa seriously did not want to ask this question, but forced herself to anyways.
“ Irma, I need to ask, and please, please, answer in the negative:
do I have wings on my back? ”
Her awareness to the current situation was slightly disoriented, taken aback entirely from the rather unique physical attributes that had quite literally transformed her friend – well, it did it to both of them, but her blue eyes didn’t dare drift towards herself just yet as Elsa took a moment to actually appropriately react to the situation for the both of them.
It wasn’t until she spoke that Irma allowed her own eyes to finally downcast towards herself, expression widening in shock before she flailed forward a bit – heart rate beginning to rush into a steady thump within her chest – this was- this…
You are meant to fight. When you are sick, your body fights for its right to function. When you hold your breath, your body fights for its right to breathe. There are billions of tiny events—from the surface of your skin, down to the very cells of your body—that have to happen in order for you to be simply sitting here today. If your most minuscule parts haven’t given up yet,
