☆ Tenth Wish ☆ - [Accidental Video]

[bubblywishes]

[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.

Comments

[bubblywishes]

[Automatically and with absolutely no thought or hesitation at all--]

Seven. Possibly an eight.

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[fierybluebird]

That high!?

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[fierybluebird]

Ah... I mean the bra size. Not the embarrassment from the post. Though I can try to help with both.

[bubblywishes]

[Wat.]

Turtledove, I don't want your help with anything relating to my chest, thanks. But, if you must know, creep, I'd like 'em to be about...hm...no way I'd ever make G-Girl size, so...I'd say C's are good enough. C had a nice set If I remember right! Yeah, I want C-size.

[She is, in fact, talking about a person, not a cup size. Though, if someone explained that magical facet of modern life, Norma may actually agree a C would be best indeed.]

[fierybluebird]

Why?

Look, you're my baby sister, but I'm serious Buttercup, you're already beautiful the way you are, why do you want something different?

[bubblywishes]

Because the thought of you being anywhere near me when I'm talking about my chest, or my chest in general scares me more than anything else I could possibly think of right now.

[SHUDDER. Though, aww...Marco, that's sweet. A brief smile picks up the corners of Norma's mouth and she even utters a very quiet laugh. It's nice hearing that, it really is, but this is also something people just don't understand. Sigh...]

Thanks, Turtledove, and I already know I am. [FLUTTERS HER EYELASHES~] But I just do! I wanna stop looking like a kid and start looking like an adult, y'know? Two more years, pretty much, and I'll actually be considered one. It's about time I start looking the part, right? Maybe I should grow my hair out a little, too...

[fierybluebird]

[Genuinely laughs at that.]

Buttercup anyone who thinks you look like a kid is an idiot. [Wisely refrains from saying at least no one mistakes her for male the way Haruta gets mistaken.] Just don't put too much emphasis on them, aye? You're already beautiful as you are, and guys don't actually care as much about bust size as most act.

[Just please don't look closely at the fact that he's dating Nico Robin. He loves her for her brains not her boobs, honest.]

[bubblywishes]

[Oh my gosh, you people are not understanding the words coming out of her mouth hjfhhjdksf. This doesn't have to do with anyone else thinking she looks like a kid - seriously, Norma'd first shove her foot down their throats or up their asses if they made a remark like that about her - but what she herself thinks about her body! She's not doing this to make herself look good for other people! That's petty and laughable. She wants to look good for herself so she can feel a little better about herself.]

Oooggh... [She is just. Going to flop. Onto her bed. With her journal. This isn't a conversation she wants to go into detail about with one of her brothers.] Just forget it...please? I mean it. Forget this happened, okay? It's just an accident and I really really don't wanna get into a big discussion about my chest and how I look, and attracting guys, and stuff with you.

[She covers her head with her hands, face still in her sheets.] Can this day be over yet...

[fierybluebird]

Sorry Buttercup.

Come on. Come have tea or milkshakes with me, okay?

[Marco just can't get it, but then he has a pineapple for a head, so there's that.]

[bubblywishes]

[Norma's been in Luceti long enough to know of its frozen dairy wonders, so she lifts her head and presses her face into her journal's camera almost instant. The quickest way to a woman's heart is through milkshakes. Trufax.]

I'll be ready in ten minutes.

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[fierybluebird]

That fast?!

[fierybluebird]

Wow... Remind me to try that next time Robin's having a bad day too.

[bubblywishes]

[Said from off screen, as Norma has darted to her dresser to pull on some actual clothes. Pants this time (jeans!) and along, dress like sweater. And a very special scarf.]

Hey, don't think all us girls have the same tastes! I just happen to like dairy stuff a heck of a lot. Ice cream and those shakey-shake things are good. Oh, and there's this thinga-jig where you put a plop of ice cream into, uh...Root Beer! yeah, that, and it's so good.

[fierybluebird]

Root beer floats, eh?

I didn't take you for the type. Have you checked at the bar to see if they can make you one of those?

[bubblywishes]

Duh, that's where I got my first one. [...Wait, surely he knows she works at the bar now, right? There's no way he can't know this by now.]

I'm a server there.

[fierybluebird]

I remember, that was why I suggested it. Remember? We beat up those punks during the scavenger hunt during one of your shifts.

[bubblywishes]

[L O L. That's one way to perk her up. Norma returns to the journal's camera, all bundled up and bouncing her way out of the house. No, she's not even trying to be quiet about it - sorry housemates.]

Oh yeah! Hahhaha, I remember that! Ooooh...that was so much fun.

[fierybluebird]

[Flying over to meet her.]

Maybe one of these days we should team up to go on a mission together, eh? I bet we'd make a kick-ass team.

[bubblywishes]

A mission? [Oh. Right. Those things exist, don't they? Norma's kind of forgotten. She's never been asked to go on one by the Malnosso, and she's never really volunteered, either. The points sound great for items of value, but...]

You know, I'd rather avoid a fight than jump headfirst into one, Turtledove. And besides, it's no fun when you're just gonna beat people up left and right while I'm trying to cast. I can't even heal you, either! I'd just be super bored.

[fierybluebird]

You could fly around on my back, unless you're too chicken.

[bubblywishes]

I am not chicken. [She just likes staying on the ground, thank you very much. And is on her way out the door now that she's changed, taking her journal with her and speaking into it the short distance from her house to the community building.]

I'll prove it by letting you fly me to get milkshakes. Get your tailfeathers outside, jeez.

[fierybluebird]

On my way Buttercup.

[And he really does show up pretty quickly since he was pretty close nearby.] Ready to go? I hope you're wearing something warm.

[bubblywishes]

[Norma watches marco swoop on down, suddenly feeling a little apprehensive. Urgh...she's never going to get used to flying. At least not so openly, when she's totally exposes to everything that could possibly go wrong. Still, Norma puts on a brave face and huge grin as she presents her properly bundled self off, holding out the scarf Marco gifted her - the one with his father's jolly roger on it.]

I think this'll do.

[fierybluebird]

[Grins.] I should hope so, eh? You ready to go? [Gestures to his back with his neck.] Hop on.

[bubblywishes]

Yup! Ready as I'll ever be... [Which is to say not that much at all. Urgh, how did she agree to this, again? Norma really needs to learn to shut her yap when it counts. Regardless, she takes a deep breath and climbs onto Marco's back, wrapping her arms around his neck.]

If you drop me, I'll eat you.