maskormenace | What's my age again?

[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.

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[Oh. Oh no, it's a small, adorable little girl. For a moment he can't breathe, a cross between panic and stabbing pain ripping through him. He thinks of Emily and home and he's new so he probably reads as pure Stranger Danger to her but-]

I can make you lunch. And leftovers for dinner. Anything you need, Angel.

[ He can't believe this. It's defiantly Futaba but she's... not? She's a child. How did this happen? But instead of being able to say anything he just stares at first, mouth agape then--]

Futaba?!

[ Haru gawks initially, not sure what she's seeing. At first, she thinks it can't possibly be Futaba, but this girl is an exact clone of her... if that clone were a small child.

Plus the ID says Futaba Sakura. ]

Futaba-chan? O-oh! Be careful!

[ That rocking chair is making her nervous. ]

[The tiny child is just going to stare at the screen for a moment, thank you. She might be smaller, younger, but she hasn't forgotten everything she knows. Which probably explains the very wide grin she gets a moment later.]

Brendan! You're back.

Would you really make lunch??

Hi 'kechi. [Look, at least she remembers things. Physicality aside, she hasn't completely regressed. Yet.]

I'm okay! Everythings just too tall...taller.

[She pouts.]

Why do they make things so tall?

Yup. I'm, um, I'm sorta sans a few memories about being here, though, doll, so I'm sorry if I don't remember you much. [Which might be confusing to her, but he doesn't want to lie to a kid. That's low, even by his standards, and she seems sunny and sweet enough he doesn't want to put on an act of remembering if that'll do more damage later.]

An' of course I'll make you lunch. It's bad to skip meals, right? Just say where you are and I'll come right on over.

Please don't try to reach for anything too high! U-um!

[ What should she do?? ]

You're... so young?

But Haru, everything's high!

[So that doesn't help. Oops.]

I'm...[She counts on her fingers for a moment. Mental math, what's that?] five? I think...

[ Oh, right... Haru still looks slightly distressed. ]

You are at your house, yes? I can come over!

You...don't remember? B-But! [Childish panic. She scurries off for a moment before coming back with a large stuffed crab in tow.] But you gave me Crabsuke! At the hospital...[Look, she gets that people leave and don't always come back remembering things, but damn it if this isn't a bit upsetting.]

I'm in 'ropa. 10.

Mhm!

Oh-oh! If Haru-chan comes over...can we go for ice cream?

[ A small smile. ]

Mm, we can have that. Will you promise not to reach for anything high until I get there?

'm sorry, sugar. If I could, I would, I promise. But I just don't remember. I'm glad you have, um, Crabsuke, though. [Note to self: ask Futaba about that when she's no longer tiny.] I hope he comforted you in my stead.

I'll be right over. Don't climb on anything in the meantime. I don't wanna have to get reacquainted while carrying you to another hospital. But hey, how 'bout I bring some pie over and you can tell me about whatever got you in the hospital the first time around, huh?

[How. How does one soothe an upset smol? He doesn't know, but he's trying his best.]

[ ...oh boy. Thanks, Futaba; he's sixteen again and already having heartattacks. ]

W-whoa! No! Don't do that again, Futaba-chan!

I'll come pick you up and make something, okay?

How about I come over and cook you lunch? Then we can go to my house and just hang out with the cats.

[ he didn't sign up for this! But he knows Futaba isn't going to leave Caroline behind. ]

He's a good crab. [She nods solemnly, patting the stuffed animal affectionately.] You can meet him again too.

...I like pie. What kind? It has to be good to get the hospital story.

[Kids are resilient. She even the mention of pie has her perking back up somewhat.]

Everybody wants to make me lunch...[Not that she minds. In fact, it's said with an air of "I'm popular~". And it is what she asked for.</small?] ...Is 'kira ok?

If I have to for ice cream...I can go wait on the couch?

[She tilts her head, studying him for a long moment. And the only thing she says in response is:]

You look weird.

Yes, please do.

[ Before this girl has a hernia! ]

Is anyone else coming over?

[ Adachi let out a huff at that, pouting. ]

Do not, am not. I'm just... shorter.

He looks very happy. I can never tell with real crabs. Their faces are too tiny.

Blueberry. Although give some time an' I can throw a peach one together, but then you'll have to wait for it to cool down before you can eat it.

[She's doing her best for a child dealing with very big concepts. Brendan's not sure he's even dealing with things that well, and he's significantly older.]

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