bubblywishes | ☆ Tenth Wish ☆

[It's early. Too early. Norma groans as the sunlight from outside hits her smack in the face, and she squeezes her eyes shut as she curls up in her bed, putting a pillow over her head to block the light. Ugh...no...not yet! Go away, sun, she still wants to sleep in for a few more hours! It's too early to get up on a Saturday morning. Yet, even at Norma's best, she cannot beat the blazing sun and grunts as she sits up in bed, grumbling and flinging the blankets off herself. Unknown to the young teenager, she actually left her journal on her bed last night, and the action of swinging her sheets off knocks the journal against the wall, having it fall open and immediately start recording. It's a shame she's still half asleep right now, too, otherwise she would have actually noticed that happening. Oh well.

Norma sniffs, climbing out of bed and scratching her untidy bedhead, looking properly frazzled after a long, wondrous night of sleep. If only she could still be within its majestic arms... Whatever, maybe she'll take a nap today, after lunch or something. As she contemplates such things, and heads toward the bathroom to wash up, she stops in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection.]

Mmh... [Shifting positions, Norma raises a brow and puffs out her lower lip.] Huuh...oooh... [And after taking a step closer to the mirror, she smooths down the front of her shirt, running her hands over her chest, watching her reflection and how her little breasts just barely peek out from the tightened material. Norma sighs, then lets the shirt go and grumbles angrily.]

Another year...and no progress at all. Come on, you guys! We're gonna have some serious issues here pretty soon. I mean, I feed you, I water you, I'm even talking to you right now! The least you could give me back is a few inches! I'm not talking G-Girl level, but get real! This [Yeah, she's pretty much grabbing her boobs right now, glaring at her reflection.] is not okay. You guys gotta get a move on, I mean it. I'm not gonna wait around forever. You've got til next year to grow at least three inches, got it? Three inches or we're over.

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[Yeah, Norma's not gracing you with an answer, Anise, though the smile she forces onto her face is laced with arsenic. She will kill you.]

Better to be radiant and flat-chested than looking like you. You're just a twig in every aspect! At...what was it you said? Fourteen? Tsk, tsk, you're never gonna catch up at all if you're still looking like you're just four. Poor baby...

I at least have the legs and the hips to show for my efforts! [Which isn't exactly a lie. Norma's got her own unique build, and where she lacks in the chest department, she kinda makes up for with her lower half. Which she shakes. Nyeh heh heh. Kiss that, you ankle-biter.]

[Yeah, shake that booty for all the people who are scrolling down into this conversation!!!]

Those things? [She looks as scornful as it's possible for a pigtailed loli to look.] I can't believe you called me a twig. You're way twiggier than I am! Maybe you should be talking to your hips too!

[She pats her own hips, trying to imitate Norma's voice.] You guys better get a move on, or we're over! Don't ask me how we'll be over. Maybe I just don't need hips! It's not like I have any right now.

[At least they'd enjoy the show!

And please, brat, if you want to imitate Norma, do it right. She sneers at the piss-poor mimicry, then turns up her nose to her journal and holds her hair up in two mock pigtails, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue for a second. And, finally, to top off the hilarity cake with a most wonderful little cherry, Norma recites in a voice that sounds EXACTLY LIKE ANISE'S--]

Oh, no! Don't do that! My title! My champion "Pipsqueak Deluxe" title will be ruined! Oh, nooo, what ever will I do now?! But, I guess Norma just beats me at anything and everything. I just gotta accept my fate that I'll never be anything at all in life. I can't even be a proper twig! I'm just gonna go cry in my room now like the proper, doll-toting, snotty brat baby that I am. Boo-hoo-hooooo!

[Heh, heh, grinning to her journal now, triumphantly. Didn't know she could do that, huh, puny?]

[Holy Yulia what is going on here. Anise could have sworn that's her own voice.]

Wh- Hey! Stop that! [Not exactly witty, but she's flustered and mortified right now. Oh Score, what if someone's listening in and thinking she's the one saying those things?] Booooo. You sound nothing like me! You're such a sore loser you- you ironing board!

[Mimicry is what's going on here. It's a not-so-secret talent Norma possesses, being able to copy voices she hears, even after a few times of hearing them. It comes with her almost photographic memory. She can keep the necessary bits and easily discards the garbage. It's also why she happens to be so goddamn smart beneath her silly, bubbly exterior.]

Stop that! [She crones, again, in Anise's voice.] Ooooh, I'm such a meanie-weenie, picking on people! But it's just because of my own insecurities and because I'm really secretly jealous I'm so puny both in height and size at my age! I'm fourteen and almost a foot smaller than Norma! And no where near as beautiful in face and figure!

[Grrrr...]

And I'm seventeen and I love picking on cute, innocent girls because I'm not cute or beautiful!

Who needs to be cute when you've got a guy telling you you're perfect the way you are and another offering an--uh...thing. Any guy come calling on you, Pipsqueak? Hmmm~? ♥

[Yeah, that's what she thought.]

[What.]

What?! Are you kidding me? You've actually got guys going after you? What's that "thing" anyway?

Mmhmmm~! And that's not counting that really good-looking red haired guy I met a while ago, either. [Norma's thoughts on how Zelos is doing - she hasn't seen him since the Christmas party - are derailed when Anise asks her question, and she nearly chokes. Oh, good lord.] Ah...uh...mmh--massage. A massage.

[NOT ENTIRELY A LIE???]

[Squints.]

You sound like you aren't very sure.

It's a massage of a different kind, Pipsqueak. And I wouldn't want to soil your baby-sweet innocence, now would I? Sweet widdle babykiiins~!

[Coochie, coochie, coooo!! ♥♥]

[Wait.]

[...]

[No no no no no no no no no - ]

[Anise rubs at her head furiously with a screech. She doesn't need those images in her head, ewwww!]

You're so gross! [...] I bet you're just making it all up, aren't you?

{Hey, you asked, Anise, remember that. You have no one you blame for your mental imagery but yourself. Norma warned you.

She's also laughing at your obviously distress.

H e h.]

Nice try, but nope~! Just goes to show I can still reel 'em in with just my pretty face and marvelous personality. [Hair flip.]

[She's still holding her hands over her eyes, so her voice comes out a bit muffled:]

Yeah right... Who is it anyway?

Oooh, sorry, squirt, but a real lady doesn't kiss and tell! You know the rules, c'mon.

[If only because she turned Kida down - he's just not her type. And it's none of Anise's bloody business who it is that asked or offered. But, to just make it so she's not bluffing--]

Thooough, if you know the classy ol' cook at the restaurant, he's the one that told me I'm fine the way I am~! Aaah, a hot stud that's all fancy and can cook. Guess they know a catch when they see one. [HUEHUEHUE.]

Who, Sanji? [She looks pretty disbelieving.] He was probably just trying to make you feel better! Besides, he's kind of scruffy-looking, isn't he?

[Anise, you are a tit. Go die somewhere, please and thank you.]

First of all, he was not just trying to make me feel better - I'd break his legs if he was - and second are you blind or something?! Jeez! His hair could use a bit of brushing, and I'm not really into the goatee and stuff...but it works him, y'know? And the curly-whirly eyebrow's kinda cute, too! And then you take a long look at his body and you'll know what I'm talking about. He's got a nice shape, and those long legs...all dressed nice, too...

Oh! And he's definitely got a nice butt.

[THUMBS UP.]

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