in the same boat as you, and not liking it one bit...

I cannot even lift my shovel. The sack of sunflower seeds in the garden is too heavy to lift. ;n;

Everything's too heavy or too high up - but the sunflower plants now look like a little forest. of sunflowers.

to help you lift it, but that thing easily outweighs the both of you put together. But he supposes you're right - a forest of sunflowers...

that view very much. <3

Oh, it's simply lovely.
Pity I'd had no breakfast. Had to make do with a juicebox, which does not do at all.

Neither have I... I wanted a drink of vodka, but I couldn't even reach it, so I had to make do with water.../water/.

doesn't think you should have any vodka now. It was pretty potent as an adult, now you'll go stark raving nuts.

(Grape juice is /sort of/ like wine, isn't it?)

(Not sure...it has a lot more sugar, that's for sure.)

And sugar is good for kids. ^_^

isn't even going to contemplate getting himself smashed now. But this whole turning-into-a-child business is screwing with his mind...

(Sugar does to kids, what vodka does to adults.)

(E~xactly.)

taking it pretty easily. Though her previous memories of being a kid were far from good, this was fun. It was a task getting onto chairs

and sofas, but her feet didn't reach the ground!

his looming height back...but he does find a small satisfaction at being able to 'relive' his childhood days...~

lightly punches her brother's shoulder. "You're still a bit taller than most of the others, you know."

pouts at the punch, rubbing at the 'sore' spot. "But I no longer have my /killer aura/, as America called it..."

shrugged. "Maybe not. But everybody else is also confused. Maybe if you act like you are already used to it, they'll be spooked."

It was a weak strategy. What if they just installed weak landmines around the place? That would be fun.

blinks, thinking that the idea was actually pretty brilliant. "Have I ever told you how smart you are?"

"You might have mentioned it once or twice." She'd once taken down Estonia's internetwork on a whim with a bunch of hacker pals.

And now he notices it...

Oh well.

may or may not have been too busy hating on the world to notice Estonia screaming bloody murder for you doing that...

"Well, I should mention it more, I suppose."

"When you get the time." Maybe she needed another juicebox. Her stomach was making noises of protest.

huffs. "At this rate, I've got all the time in the world." His stomach mirrors yours.

"Are you sure you don't have any food lying around from yesterday?"

Today morning had been brilliant. The lack of a guardrail had sent her flying clean off the bed. The impact had put her off food for a bit..

"I'm sure there's something...there always is." And the weird thing is, he usually doesn't remember making the food. But oh wow.

Yesterday had been movie night, and they usually always made something to go along with the movies. There were very rarely leftovers...

Maybe that's just because they ate it all...but movie night is always fun~

Especially when there was a Bollywood movie on... old ones, but Anil Kapoor was great.

quite enjoyed that one, though there was a bit he missed because he had to go refill his drink...speaking of drink, he's suddenly very

thirsty. But Gods, he doesn't want to try and start a war with the kitchen bench because he can't reach over it...

padded over to the kitchen and glared at the kitchen counter. Grappling hook? No. Maybe she could shoot something down. [sigh]

turns to you. "Do you want to climb onto my shoulders?"

Maybe they could scramble onto the counter that way. She wondered for a minute if she were a little too chubby for the task, then nodded.

would never think you're too chubby for anything! He kneels down and holds himself steady...and this is why he hates being a child again...

It occurred to her how much that thought would have disturbed her if she were still adult-sized, but now she just felt a little bothered.

clambered on top of Ivan, steadying herself against the smooth metal panels, then peered over the counter. "Yes!" she cried.

"We've hit the motherload." Bag of peanuts at twelve o'clock. Mad swipe. It flew right off and onto the ground. Good enough.

goes to pick up the peanut packet (omg, why is this so cute? <3), somewhat surprised at how heavy it is. He peers back up at you.

"Can you get down?"

She also scrabbled at a bunch of apples. They all rolled off. She dropped off the counter, satisfied, and puffed in surprise as she landed.

And not exactly softly either.

But the apples were worth it. She picks up one, and recollects buying them yesterday. It was to be a healthy alternative to all the cream

and crackers she'd been downing lately.

A rueful look at the fridge. Then she turned to Ivan, who already ripped open the top of the packet. "Save some for me~!"

already has his hands inside the packet and scoops out a handful before putting his hand out. He stares at the apple in your hand and opens

his mouth as a sign for you to give him a bite.

"Alright fine." She passed him the apple. "You can have it." A look around. There were around five other apples lying around, they would do

for later. She gathered the offered peanuts and popped one into her mouth. Salted.

They'd have to forgo the kitchen table for now. The floor wasn't really all that comfortable either. What about the sofa?

way ahead of you, already walking back into the living room. He scrambles onto the soft sofa, pulling you up along with him, and takes

another bite of the apple. "What should we do now?"

pummels the cushion for a comfortable hole to sink in. "I don't know." Shuts eyes, opens them. "A videogame?" She didn't feel

much like working. More peanuts.

Or maybe they could just sit here. Her nose was still a little bruised from the morning... and now she wanted an apple.

Ivan was halfway through his, so she slipped off the sofa and went to get one.

[Need to go. Dinner. xD ]

(Lol, okay~ <3)

There were plenty of apples lying around. She paused for a moment and chose one slightly larger than the others.

gets up from his position on the sofa to go set up the game system that they recently got. He takes another bite out of his apple before

deciding that he's eaten all the fleshy bits, and throws the core into the rubbish bin. Putting a random game on, he drags both controls

back to the counch, where he makes himself comfortable again. As a reward, he eats some peanuts.

clambers back onto the couch, passing an extra apple she'd picked up on her way to Ivan. "Breakfast part 2," she said, simply, and took

one of the videogame controls.

lets out a small laugh, sneaking a bite of his sister's apple with a small smirk. "Spasibo~" He also takes up a controller, but finds it

hard to hold, since the thing is bigger than both his hands put together...

looks at Ivan struggling with the controller. "This really is hopeless, isn't it?" she asked. "We seem to be too small for everything."

Forget alarming. It was irritating.

huffs indignantly, not giving up the struggle with the game controller - no way. He grits his teeth into a pout. "It's infuriating!"

shrugged. "Let's go outside and see if there are any others we can play with, shall we?" Her voice was a lot softer than before.

lets out a weary sigh, not quite happy with the development of things but unable to do anything about it. “Da, that would be best.” But as

he tries to slide off the sofa, he misjudges the distance to the ground and falls onto his face.

tries not to giggle. "I suppose our clothes don't matter," and it wasn't really like everybody else had saved up their kid clothes

waiting for something like this to happen. Her sweater hung down to her knees, like a smock. Not really so bad.

She pads quietly down the living room. Even that seemed oddly long. The doorknob was just out of reach... darnit.

having trouble rolling up his sleeves as you talk, stubby fingers fighting against the fabric. He follows you to the door, sees the dilemma

and turns to look at you. There is only one thing they could do at this point... "Do you want to climb onto my back?"

shook her head. "Your turn." Her backside still hurt from the last time they'd tried that.

nods - that last fall really did look like it hurt a lot - but is worried that your back may not be strong enough to hold him...

strong - enough. "What are you waiting for?" She bends, supporting herself with her arms.

takes in a deep breath and climbs on top of you, trying not to crush you in the process. His fingers scrape the knob, and he makes a furious

grab for it. Letting out a small victorious cry, he opens the door.

"Now get off." Ivan's knees were terrifyingly knobby. Well, they were free, at the very least, so it was worth it.

quickly jumps back down onto the floor, eager to see the outside world from the viewpoint of a child. Resisting the urge to just let loose

and run, he walks out slowly.

hurried after Ivan. "Maybe we can find someone to play with." Though she wasn't much up to the 'walking everywhere to find somebody' part.