TM: You've been turned into a child! What do you do?
Other than the giant spot on her eye, you would have thought she was Sean Cassidy's child. Irene chewed her lower lip and looked down at her wide eyed.
"How in the hell..."
Giant, red rimmed, violet eyes stared back up at Irene and sniffled, determined not to cry like a big baby when an adult was around. Adults didn't like it when kids cried, she knew. It was early; maybe only 7 in the morning. Neena had woken up and rolled out of bed incredibly groggy and cranky, like she always did. Only it hadn't been the bed she remembered. It was HUGE! As soon as her feet had hit the floor, she had gotten tangled up in pants that were way too big on her and she fell face first on the hardwood. Hence the wail that sent Irene rushing into the room.
Neena felt as confused as Irene looked. Why was she in giant clothes and sleeping in a giant bed? Suddenly, her lower lip started trembling and that was all the motivation Irene needed. The frazzled redhead kneeled in front of her and held her hand out, trying really hard to look reassuring.
"Um... you want some ice cream?" Oh, way to sound confident, Irene. She's just a kid. Domino. As a kid. ... Where the hell is Nate?
A dark eyebrow raised in response. Ice Cream for breakfast? COOL! Her tiny, pale hand slid into Irene's and she nodded, another sniffle making its way out before trudging along beside Irene carefully. After the second near mishap with the giant pants in the hallway, Irene stopped and looked at the ever so tiny girl, before rolling her eyes and bending down to set the girl on her hip before heading towards the kitchen.
"I don't want to hear a word about this. Ever. Got it? So help me God, if Nate finds out that I did this..."
Ten minutes later, they sat at the kitchen counter. The only sounds between the two were the light clinking of spoons against their bowls. Irene had opted for the Rocky Road, but when Domino had wrinkled her nose at it, she sighed and pulled out Nate's secret stash. Lavender eyes lit up in joy at the Cotton Candy ice cream and Irene smiled in spite of the bizarre circumstances. So there they sat. Irene watching Domino and Domino devouring her ice cream. Finally, Irene let out a sigh and spoke.
"You know, I think I really prefer you this way. You don't talk nearly as much,"
The confused and annoyed look she was shot was enough to nearly make her shoot Rocky Road out of her nose, if of course, she were ever to do such a thing. Which she wouldn't. "Ah, there we go. That's more like it,"
..................
Dom's eyes opened slowly, and with an almost immediate sense of deja vu. What the... She bolted up in bed and slowly peered over the edge, relieved to see that she'd only been dreaming. She flopped back down onto the pillow and sighed, irritatedly blowing a strand of hair away that had landed on her forehead. Well, that was bizarre...
She slowly rolled off the bed and yawned, stretching a bit and padding towards the bathroom. She needed a long, hot shower before she stepped anywhere near Irene. A mild sense of irritation from her dream kicked in and she did her best to remind herself that it was just a dream and Irene hadn't actually done anything wrong. Today. She swore to herself that she wouldn't take it out on her, but she was well aware she'd break that promise before day's end. It only further soured her mood.
And who the hell gives a kid ice cream for breakfast, anyway?
"How in the hell..."
Giant, red rimmed, violet eyes stared back up at Irene and sniffled, determined not to cry like a big baby when an adult was around. Adults didn't like it when kids cried, she knew. It was early; maybe only 7 in the morning. Neena had woken up and rolled out of bed incredibly groggy and cranky, like she always did. Only it hadn't been the bed she remembered. It was HUGE! As soon as her feet had hit the floor, she had gotten tangled up in pants that were way too big on her and she fell face first on the hardwood. Hence the wail that sent Irene rushing into the room.
Neena felt as confused as Irene looked. Why was she in giant clothes and sleeping in a giant bed? Suddenly, her lower lip started trembling and that was all the motivation Irene needed. The frazzled redhead kneeled in front of her and held her hand out, trying really hard to look reassuring.
"Um... you want some ice cream?" Oh, way to sound confident, Irene. She's just a kid. Domino. As a kid. ... Where the hell is Nate?
A dark eyebrow raised in response. Ice Cream for breakfast? COOL! Her tiny, pale hand slid into Irene's and she nodded, another sniffle making its way out before trudging along beside Irene carefully. After the second near mishap with the giant pants in the hallway, Irene stopped and looked at the ever so tiny girl, before rolling her eyes and bending down to set the girl on her hip before heading towards the kitchen.
"I don't want to hear a word about this. Ever. Got it? So help me God, if Nate finds out that I did this..."
Ten minutes later, they sat at the kitchen counter. The only sounds between the two were the light clinking of spoons against their bowls. Irene had opted for the Rocky Road, but when Domino had wrinkled her nose at it, she sighed and pulled out Nate's secret stash. Lavender eyes lit up in joy at the Cotton Candy ice cream and Irene smiled in spite of the bizarre circumstances. So there they sat. Irene watching Domino and Domino devouring her ice cream. Finally, Irene let out a sigh and spoke.
"You know, I think I really prefer you this way. You don't talk nearly as much,"
The confused and annoyed look she was shot was enough to nearly make her shoot Rocky Road out of her nose, if of course, she were ever to do such a thing. Which she wouldn't. "Ah, there we go. That's more like it,"
..................
Dom's eyes opened slowly, and with an almost immediate sense of deja vu. What the... She bolted up in bed and slowly peered over the edge, relieved to see that she'd only been dreaming. She flopped back down onto the pillow and sighed, irritatedly blowing a strand of hair away that had landed on her forehead. Well, that was bizarre...
She slowly rolled off the bed and yawned, stretching a bit and padding towards the bathroom. She needed a long, hot shower before she stepped anywhere near Irene. A mild sense of irritation from her dream kicked in and she did her best to remind herself that it was just a dream and Irene hadn't actually done anything wrong. Today. She swore to herself that she wouldn't take it out on her, but she was well aware she'd break that promise before day's end. It only further soured her mood.
And who the hell gives a kid ice cream for breakfast, anyway?