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maskormenace2018-07-10 09:41 pm
codeoracle) wrote in maskormenace2018-07-10 09:41 pm
What's my age again? | Video;
[Some may have noticed that others are getting younger, or older, seemingly at random. Futaba just happens to be one of those affected.
She's managed to figure out the camera function quite easily, tech being the one area where she was particularly talented no matter the age. The feed that is going starts with a close up of her face, glasses far too large and slightly askew, and a t-shirt that once fit well now sloping off a shoulder and looking to be more of a dress. She grins before backing away from the camera to approach a chair backed up against the kitchen counter.
What occurs next would likely give anyone with protective instincts a heart attack, seeing as a very small, very young Futaba takes to clamoring up on that chair. She teeters for a moment, the chair rocking ominously before she's on the counter and reaching for a cabinet. Her balance is precarious, seeing as she's straining on tiptoes to reach a shelf, but she finally manages to grab what she was looking for and takes a seat on the counter with her legs dangling off the edge.]
Aww. I can't even make it, Mama would say I can't use the stove...[She pouts, tossing her prized packet to the side so she can climb back down and move to shut the camera off. But there's one more thing--]
If you're an adult and can use a stove...I want lunch.
She's managed to figure out the camera function quite easily, tech being the one area where she was particularly talented no matter the age. The feed that is going starts with a close up of her face, glasses far too large and slightly askew, and a t-shirt that once fit well now sloping off a shoulder and looking to be more of a dress. She grins before backing away from the camera to approach a chair backed up against the kitchen counter.
What occurs next would likely give anyone with protective instincts a heart attack, seeing as a very small, very young Futaba takes to clamoring up on that chair. She teeters for a moment, the chair rocking ominously before she's on the counter and reaching for a cabinet. Her balance is precarious, seeing as she's straining on tiptoes to reach a shelf, but she finally manages to grab what she was looking for and takes a seat on the counter with her legs dangling off the edge.]
Aww. I can't even make it, Mama would say I can't use the stove...[She pouts, tossing her prized packet to the side so she can climb back down and move to shut the camera off. But there's one more thing--]
If you're an adult and can use a stove...I want lunch.