"I don't care. I like short people," I say. I throw another rock off the ledge, accidentally falling off, but I barely grab onto the wall, and stand on it.
( Wait what? x'D )
"I don't care. I like short people," I say. I throw another rock off the ledge, accidentally falling off, but I barely grab onto the wall, and stand on it.
( Wait what? x'D )
" How to tell when you are short
At the movies you need support
you can't ride any coasters at all
Your friends all tell you you are small
You can't reach anything on your shelf
Still need a stool to get a plate yourself
And when you suck at certain sports,
You can guarantee, that you, are short. "
I start giggling.
"I've been able to do this ever since the bomb. The radiation gave me varying gravity, so I can walk on walls and ceiling and such."
"You do realize he can't see you on fire, right Jean?" I facepalm. "Anyways, Andrew, I can turn into a wolf at will, and have pretty good senses or sight, smell, and hearing."
"I can't tell, so whatever!" I say. "I've lived in this filth for forever, so I'm used to it."
"Jean is a neat freak. You get used to him." I say.