fandomhighdorms | 2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

It hadn't taken too long for Warren to figure out how to navigate the second floor common room, and he'd managed to scrounge up some crayons and blank paper to set onto a table for his unexpected roommate.

That accomplished, he was going to leave her to her own devices now, with Saturday morning cartoons on the TV in the background. They were, he figured, excellent diversions to spare him from having to babysit, and with her out here, there was no chance of that kitten eating her while he fled for his sanity's sake.

"Bye!" she called cheerfully and then, well, Kururu had crayons. And paper! And she was doing her Very Best to draw rainbows. ... This was harder than it sounded when you were barely taller than the crayon, okay?

It absolutely wasn't going to stop her from trying! Let's go!

[Hinata is Kururu from Bottle Fairy, la! Warren has fled the room (and mucho thanks to

not_a_parakeet for writing half this post!), Kururu is still there, and the common room is open as such things are!]

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"Me! Me! I'm here!"

Itty bitty girl with pink hair on the coffee table! With a crayon!

That was almost as big as she was. Yes.

"Ohmygosh!" Miria rushed over to the table and beamed down at its occupant. "You're so tiny!" And cute!

"I don't think I've shrunk?" Kururu said, looking down at herself. What if she had? Oh no! "Does it look like I've shrunk?"

... she doesn't even know you, Kururu.

"You must have! Look how small you are!"

And then a worrying thought struck Miria. "Ohmygosh! Did Isaac shrink too? WHAT IF SOMEONE STEPS ON HIM!?"

"No one has ever stepped on me," she offered, eyes wiiide. "And I've always been this size!"

"But you're so small! Someone must have stepped on you and crushed you to bits!" All evidence (such as standing there on the table with a crayon) to the contrary.

It was all such a horrifying thought.

"Not crushed," she insisted, reaching one hand towards the girl. "See?"

"Are you suuuure?" Miria asked, her voice sounding hopeful.

"Very sure!"

That just left out all the times she'd had books land on her and had fallen off of tables and stuff but, really, none of that had hurt her so she was totally fine!

"So maybe no one's stepped on him yet!" Yay!

"I don't think people would step on him," she said, doodling a line. "That's not nice at all."

"But what if they don't see him?" Miria gasped, working herself back towards a flailing panic.

"He'll be fine," she said, offering the girl a crayon. "You could make a sign for him?"

"Oh! A sign!" What a great idea! Miria grabbed the crayon and grinned.

Then she bit her lip and frowned.

"But... what should it say?"

Kururu tilted her head.

"Anything you want it to?"

She was no genius here!

"Oh! What about 'Get Well Soon'?" That was something you put on signs, right?

"I like that!" she cheered. "You could put balloons up too!"

"Oh, balloons! They're pretty!"

"It could be like a party!"

A party with a sign! For the person she was looking for!

"A get well soon party!" Miria agreed.

"But we'll need cake!"

"Chocolate!"

"Chocolate cake, yeah!" But... where did you get chocolate cake?

Kururu really really didn't know.

"We could draw it!" she cheered.

"You can't eat a drawing, silly!" Somehow, though, Miria didn't sound entirely sure about that. Because maybe it would be a really tasty drawing!

She blinked big blue eyes at her.

"But I don't know where cake comes from."

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