Dayton walked into the Computer Arts room with Ezra in her hand like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Not hidden. Not paraded. Just… held. Her palm cupped, thumb resting lightly along his back the way she’d been taught, the way she’d practiced on a training Little until her grip stopped being “careful” and became secure. The kind of secure that didn’t wobble even when you laughed.
And Dayton was laughing.
Hayden was beside her, doing a dead-on impersonation of Mr. Heller from Science, shoulders hunched, chin tucked, voice pitched into a dramatic whisper: “Class… today we will observe… the chemical reaction between… vibes… and consequences…”
Nicole bumped Dayton with her elbow like she always did, a quiet little you hearing this? and Dayton giggled again, the sound bright and unbothered.
Ezra felt the room notice them before the room admitted it noticed them.
It started as a hush that wasn’t a hush. The kind of low murmur teenagers think is stealthy because they’ve never been the thing everyone is staring at. Chairs squeaked. A couple heads turned too fast. Someone’s laugh died mid-breath.
They’d all seen Littles. Roosevelt had Littles in the hallways the way it had iPads and Stanley cups and parents who emailed teachers like they were customer support.
Littles weren’t the shocking part anymore.
The shocking part was recognition.
Because this wasn’t some anonymous Little with a generic collar and a plastic carrier. This was their former teacher. The man who used to stand at the whiteboard and make them underline thesis statements like it was a moral imperative.
Now he was in Dayton Harris’s hand, collared, with a tiny tag bouncing against his chest every time her wrist shifted. Her name etched into it. Her ownership made literal in plastic and metal and procedure.
Ezra tried to look away.
There was nowhere to look.
Dayton made no move to hide him. She also didn’t angle him outward like a prize. He wasn’t a trophy. He could feel that, even through his humiliation. She held him the way you held something that belonged to you and required care.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
A couple students closest to the door leaned toward each other.
“Bro… that’s him.”
“No way.”
“Look at the tag.”
“Did the SEA actually…?”
Ezra’s stomach tightened at the initials. Even hearing them in a whisper made his throat go hot.
SEA.
The memory was still too sharp. The moment the door had opened in his classroom. The black uniforms. The calm voices that didn’t sound angry because anger wasn’t necessary when the law already had you pinned.
He’d spent years correcting students for sloppy claims, for exaggeration, for not citing evidence.
And then his own life had been rewritten in front of them like a lesson.
Dayton and Nicole reached their assigned seats in the second row. Hannah and Hayden slid into the desks in front of them like they always did, bodies moving with the comfort of routine. The room smelled like warm electronics and hand sanitizer and the faint citrus of those disinfectant wipes teachers loved because they made everything feel “fresh” even when it wasn’t.
Posters lined the walls: keyboard shortcuts, animation basics, a laminated chart about “Digital Citizenship” that looked like it had been designed by someone who’d never met a middle schooler in their life.
Dayton pulled her chair back. Ezra climbed down from her hand onto the desk with cautious steps, the surface slick and cool under his shoes.
“Can I have a glass?” Hayden whispered in a mock Little voice without turning around.
All four girls burst into laughter immediately, fast and bright and contained. It wasn’t cruel. It was exactly what their generation did with anything intense: they turned it into a meme to survive it. A private joke. A pressure valve.
Ezra’s cheeks burned anyway.
His request, his dignity, his attempt at not becoming a bowl-licking cliché, had already been turned into a repeatable sound bite.
Dayton didn’t scold Hayden for it. She just rolled her eyes like, you’re so stupid, and that somehow made it worse because it meant Dayton wasn’t threatened by the joke. She was comfortable enough with ownership to let her friends tease the moment.
Dayton unzipped her backpack and pulled out her laptop. The lid was a collage of her personality: memes, a shark sticker, a tiny holographic “NOPE,” a motivational quote that looked sincere until you read the fine print and realized it was ironically sincere. The whole thing looked like a thirteen-year-old’s curated identity.
Ezra stared at it because it was enormous in his field of view, a bright wall of stickers and hinge metal.
“You sit here, Ezra,” Dayton said, pointing to a spot beside her laptop where she could see him without looking away from the screen. It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t a suggestion.
It was placement.
So she could monitor him.
So she could keep him safe.
So she could keep him contained.
He wanted to shout that he didn’t need monitoring. He was a grown man. Tenured. A professional.
But the answer rose in his head before he could even form the words, because he’d heard it enough times already today.
He wasn’t a grown man anymore.
He wasn’t even, in the eyes of the state, a man.
He was a male Little. Homo Parvus. A domesticated dependent under guardian care. His age didn’t buy him anything in this new category. Not respect. Not autonomy. Not even the right to decide where he sat.
Ezra walked to the indicated spot.
He sat.
Not in a Little sit. Not yet. He arranged himself like a person, as if posture could hold the line.
The classroom door clicked shut behind them.
And then: the familiar tap of heels on tile.
Ms. Darquartz.
Ezra knew her energy before he saw her. She moved like someone with a daily planner full of color-coded ambition. Peppy in a way only a teacher in her twenties could be, fresh out of grad school and still convinced the world could be improved with the right seating chart and the right font choice.
She breezed past the doorway with a bright smile already loaded.
“Alright, laptops out! No excuses today,” she called, voice cheerful but sharp enough to cut through chatter. “If your folder isn’t open by the bell, I’ll know.”
The class stirred. Zippers. Screens waking up. The gentle tap of keys. The faint whir of fans.
Ms. Darquartz’s heels clicked down the aisle behind Dayton’s row.
Ezra felt her presence before she stopped. He felt the pause in the air the way you feel a room hold its breath.
Because her gaze landed on Dayton’s desk.
On Ezra.
Her smile faltered.
Not dramatically. Not like a soap opera. Just a tiny hitch, like her face had reached for “teacher mode” and found something jammed in the gears.
Her eyes moved from Dayton to Ezra and caught on recognition.
He wasn’t just a Little.
He was Ezra Rhys.
A colleague. A peer. A man she’d chatted with in the staff lounge about grading rubrics and district nonsense.
Now he was four inches tall, collared, sitting obediently beside a student’s sticker-covered laptop.
Dayton looked up, sensing the hesitation. Her voice was level. Controlled. Almost polite, but with an edge you could trip on.
“Is there a problem, Ms. Darquartz?”
The question landed in the room like a click.
A few students looked up, suddenly interested in their screens. Ezra could feel the attention tighten, like the whole class had leaned in without moving.
Ms. Darquartz blinked once.
Then she adjusted.
“No,” she said smoothly, professional smile snapping back into place like a magnet finding metal. “No problem. Good job being prepared, Dayton. Laptop’s out, ready to go. As always, model student.”
It wasn’t just flattery. Ezra had watched Dayton work for years. She was consistent. Driven. The kind of kid who turned in assignments early and then asked for feedback like she was collecting data.
Ms. Darquartz’s eyes flicked back to Ezra.
Her voice lowered, softening into the tone teachers used with each other in front of students. Respectful. Careful.
“Are you… alright, Mr. Rhys,” she started, then caught herself and corrected with a tiny wince, “Mr. Harris. Do you need anything?”
Conversation fizzled into near stillness.
Ezra’s mouth opened.
A dozen thoughts crashed together at once.
This was a window.
A chance to say: Help me.
A chance to demand: Intervene.
A chance to force the room to look at him as a person and not an accessory.
But the law loomed over the moment like the ceiling lights. Everything that had happened to him had been legal. Documented. Signed and sealed. And Dayton, infuriatingly, had done it by the book.
If he made a scene, what would he accomplish?
At best, sympathy.
At worst, he’d be labeled “difficult.” Uncooperative. A Little with behavioral issues, in front of a room full of kids who would remember it forever and repeat it until it became his new identity.
And worse: Dayton would see it as a challenge.
He could feel her attention on him, steady and expectant. She didn’t squeeze him. She didn’t threaten him with a look.
She just waited.
Like a guardian waiting for a Little to demonstrate comprehension.
And Ezra understood something ugly in that moment.
If he spoke against her here, in this room, he wouldn’t be reclaiming dignity.
He’d be escalating the rules.
Dayton’s voice slid in smoothly before he could decide, bright and calm, as if she were answering a teacher’s question in class.
“Ezra is fine, Ms. Darquartz,” she said. “We just came from lunch. He had his pellets and water. He’s not going to be a distraction.”
Then she glanced down at him with a subtle smile that could be read as affection by anyone who didn’t know how sharp her control was.
“He knows the rules.”
Ezra clenched his jaw.
There it was again.
Not spoken like a threat. Spoken like a fact of nature.
Ms. Darquartz’s eyebrows lifted. Her tone stayed composed, but there was firmness under it, a teacher’s stubborn spine.
“Thank you, Dayton,” she said. “But I’d still like to hear from Mr. Harris.”
Ezra’s heart hammered.
A second chance. A cleaner one.
Ms. Darquartz was giving him a choice. Or the illusion of one. A chance to speak for himself.
He didn’t take it.
Not because he didn’t want to.
Because he could see the structure forming around him. He could see the way Dayton’s power at Roosevelt wasn’t about physical strength. It was about procedure, reputation, and being the girl who did everything “correctly.” Fighting her publicly wouldn’t free him. It would only paint him as a problem she’d have to “manage.”
Ezra lowered his eyes and gave a small nod, the kind of nod that could mean anything.
I’m fine.
I can’t.
Please stop.
It came out as none of them.
Just surrender packaged as politeness.
Dayton leaned forward a fraction, fingers resting near her trackpad.
“As you can see,” she said brightly, turning Ezra’s silence into a demonstration, “he’s already responding well to training. He understands that questions like that are answered by his guardian.”
She smiled at Ms. Darquartz like she was offering her a helpful update. “I appreciate you checking his comprehension.”
Then she reached down and gave Ezra a gentle touch, a warm little pet along his shoulder that would read as caring to anyone watching.
Ezra stared up at her.
No anger on her face.
Just assurance.
As if she truly believed he was settling in.
As if his silence was cooperation and not calculation.
Ms. Darquartz held Dayton’s gaze for a second too long. Something passed behind her eyes, too fast to name. Doubt. Discomfort. A memory of him at full height. A recognition of how powerless she was to change what had been processed by the SEA.
Then she nodded once, the way teachers nod when they’re putting something in a mental file for later.
“Alright,” she said, voice brightening back into class mode. “Thank you.”
And she walked away, heels clicking, energy returning like she’d flipped a switch because the bell was about to ring and lesson plans didn’t pause for existential horror.
Ezra exhaled.
He moved to the spot Dayton had indicated earlier and sat again.
This time, he didn’t arrange himself like a person.
He arranged himself like something stable.
Not Little sit exactly, but closer. More compact. Less likely to topple if someone bumped the desk.
Around him, students went back to their screens. The weight of their attention loosened. Already the shock was fading. Already he was becoming part of the scenery.
Just another Little.
Ms. Darquartz clapped her hands lightly at the front.
“Alright, class. Open your pre-production storyboards. It’s under this week’s lesson plan. We’re planning shots today.”
Screens flickered. Tabs opened. A few whispered complaints resumed, low and gossipy.
“Do we have to storyboard every shot?” Hannah whispered, flipping her laptop open.
Nicole rolled her eyes. “We’re not in film school. It’s pretend.”
“Do not tell Ms. Darquartz that,” Hayden said, snorting. “She’ll make us write a three-page reflection on why angles matter.”
The girls laughed again.
Ezra remembered when they used to laugh in his classroom. When he used to make them laugh. Jokes about dystopian novels. A sarcastic aside about symbolism. A moment of warmth to keep them from hating the work.
Now he was the inside joke.
Now his voice, his request, his attempt at dignity was a meme whispered from the row in front of him.
He glanced toward Ms. Darquartz.
She was crouched beside a boy across the room, helping him find a file tab. Her pep was back, her teacher face bright, like nothing had happened. Like she hadn’t just looked at a colleague in miniature and kept walking because the world demanded normal.
She didn’t look back.
Ezra folded his hands and stared at the corner of Dayton’s laptop screen. Her pinky hovered inches away, twitching as she typed. Each keypress was a tiny earthquake in his world.
He stayed still and quiet as Dayton worked as he didn’t want to be a distraction.
Dayton’s fingers moved fast across the keyboard, trackpad clicks soft and controlled. Her screen filled with neat boxes and arrows, shot labels, camera angles. Ezra watched the cursor hop like a little insect, watched her pinky hover and tap, hover and tap again. Everything she did looked practiced. Like competence was a language she spoke without thinking.
Behind them, Ms. Darquartz’s voice floated down the rows. “Remember, the storyboard isn’t art class. It’s communication. You’re showing intent.”
Hayden swiveled halfway in her chair, eyes bright with boredom and mischief in equal measure. She leaned back just enough to glance over Dayton’s shoulder, then squinted at Dayton’s face like she was inspecting evidence at a crime scene.
Dayton didn’t look up. “Hayden. Don’t.”
“I’m just saying,” Hayden whispered, dragging it out like she was about to testify, “your lip gloss right now is giving… 2019.”
Nicole muffled a laugh into her sleeve.
Dayton’s typing paused for half a second. “It’s not expired.”
Hayden made a tiny, solemn nod, like she was a doctor delivering bad news. Then, in a perfect imitation of her earlier bit, she pitched her voice into a fake-serious, teacher-approved tone.
“Ma’am,” she said, barely loud enough to be heard, “your lip gloss is expired.”
Hannah choked on a quiet laugh, shoulders shaking.
Dayton finally looked up, eyes narrowing, trying to hold the line of authority and failing because her mouth twitched. “Stop. That’s literally not even—”
“It is,” Hayden insisted, eyes wide with mock sincerity. “It’s a safety hazard. It’s, like, a violation of digital citizenship.”
Nicole lost it, a silent wheeze of laughter. “Digital citizenship??”
Hayden nodded fiercely. “Yes. Because it’s… old. Like… malware.”
Dayton pressed her lips together, fighting a smile like it was a test she refused to fail. But the corner of her mouth betrayed her, a small crack of amusement. Her shoulders loosened just slightly.
Ezra watched the exchange from his place beside the laptop.
For a moment, it didn’t matter that he was collared. That he’d been silenced in front of Ms. Darquartz. That he was becoming scenery.
For a moment, they were just thirteen-year-old girls, doing what thirteen-year-old girls did best.
Turning terror into a joke they could survive.
Dayton shook her head, still smiling despite herself, and flicked her cursor back to the storyboard box. “Okay,” she whispered, voice low, “focus. Before Ms. Darquartz makes us write a reflection on expired lip gloss.”
Hayden grinned. “Ma’am, that reflection is overdue too.”
Dayton’s laugh slipped out, quick and quiet.
A nice slice of life episode to end the week,
Agreed
wouldn’t say he’s responding well to training so much as the threat of the SEA looming over him is keeping him from talking. I do wonder what could happen if he were to break a few “rules”. Like where is the line of him being with dayton to being taken away is what i’m curious about.
It is nice to see his coworkers at least have some compassion to his situation. Darquartz was cool to out right say she wanted him to say something vs dayton. it’s like her own approved way of saying she doesn’t agree with what’s going on with littles, at least that’s how it reads to me. like it’s something i’d expect from a generitech employee when they use a canned response cause it meets the bare minimum of legal compliance lol
I agree it was a teachers little desinence to the rules
Exactly like Dayton can’t be that blind to see that Ezra is not adjusting that well if at all to this situation and he’s having some ptsd from this morning!
So I’m hoping she is just putting on a strong face to get sea off their back not only for her but for Ezra as well and when they get hope or meet up with Sara later today ( I think) they’ll talk about the situation more in depth and not half ass
Kinda like when Sara realized that Jordan didn’t feel totally secure with Sara until she had that talk with him about his stuff and apologized for some things on her end ( if I remember that correctly it was before the party i believe) any way yeah totally agree on the adjustment for Ezra are not a okay for him
And facts about one coworker not giving in to the bullshit of having a guardian just answer for everything about a little and their emotions and how they really feel like damn they can speak they are not dogs or other pets who can’t speak for themselves
Honestly, Reese was a disappointment. He’s a weakling. He could have responded to his colleague, one of the few who addressed him directly. And by the way, I don’t think it’s a violation, since she addressed him directly, twice. There was no need to yell “help,” especially since he knows it’s useless. But a polite “I’m safe, adjusting, thank you for your concern” would have been just right.
good point, and i do agree to with the point that he’s not as defiant as he could be or standing up for himself like you’d expect him to. My view point though is we don’t know really know what all the SEA is tracking and counting against him and Dayton. They were pretty hardcore with how they put a stop to him teaching and how the forced him into Daytons care, so in my mind they probably have him under constant supervision, either by the collar or by CCTV and things, and anything they consider out of line could get him sent off to a place that he doesn’t want to go. So he’s picking the lesser of the two evils. but yeah, he could have said it exactly how you put it, and it’d just have been a correction.
being a pain in the ass little gets nothing for the little but a bad out come. Bing a good little gets better food, possible pets and good history to possibly getting a favor. i try to look at things for the persons point of view. trying to be prideful has no upside for a little but more mental despair of what he lost.
When Dayton said “he’s responding well,” she meant “I’m getting what I want”
Darquartz was nice, I hope she’s not a one-off character.
so your saying dont have her get infected and become daytons second little. The newest member of hte dayton collection.
That would be preferable, yes.
If you are looking for people to infect, Hayden and Hannah would look mighty cute at four and three inches. And Dayton’s reaction to losing two of her friends woukd be splendid.
Carthage must be destroyed!! Oh, I mean, Dayton must suffer 🙂
Ah not Hannah. She seems too nice. Hayden is a brat lol reminds me of Madison in some ways so far
Hayden seems way nicer than Madison to me. She has treated Ezra similar to how she treats Dayton. Yeah she joked with him but she has also joked with Dayton
Tbh it’s probably just the way I’m reading it. Thinking about how she jokes just in general, she’s closer to ellie in that regard.
Really, I’d have expected people to be more defensive of Hayden than Hannah, lol.
I would shut down this site and burn it all down before infecting Hayden.
Nicole is immune. Sydney is immune. So if Dayton had to have a friend catch smallara it would have to be Hannah.
But she is also canonically immune
But if I was forced to retcon it would have to be hannah
I’m Ok with it just being Hannah.
To be honest, I’d prefer Hayden stay big, there’s a reason I put her size bigger than Hannah and Ezra’s
If I had to pick one of Dayton’s friends to shrink, it’d be Hayden. Mainly because I like Hannah’s design too much lol.
I liked the idea of one of the girls going from giant guardian to smaller then her little and being bossed around by her friends like a little and having to be taught little life by her former little. I just though all the changes in power and culture would be fun. She would be dealing with giant Madison treating her like her parents and not putting up with friend speak only speak when spoken to lol.
Prof fluff learning little pets don’t speak to humans direct. He needs more petting after doing a good job like he did, not just a slight touch. That is my only complaint with Dayton so far, not enough positive feedback petting for good behavior. lol.
I think Dayton takes that from Mal. She almost never seems to reward Gavin in that manner like how other guardians do, minus Kayla cause it makes her uncomfortable
I think Kayla needs to do it more to get Kelli under control to make her safer. I hope Sara teachers her that. Kelli may not like it but Kayla is the big sister guardian . older sister doesn’t matter anymore to keep her safe.
poor Gavin doesn’t get pets from his girl friend. Sounds like a boring relationship lol. Every little needs lots of pets for their body health lol.
Finally a teacher that cares to a degree and maybe one day Ezra will have inside jokes of his own that will counter the girls inside jokes for him ( not yet but someday)
Well we got our first pet for Ezra from Dayton it seems and she’s pulling a Sara of speaking for Ezra as if she knows what he’s going to say
Also should we expect a timeskip ( obviously not now but later on) before or after the season finale just wanted to ask because we got it one here and there?
Overall I still have no faith in this relationship between Ezra and Dayton yet and Dayton sigh I don’t know what it is about her that just makes me not like her even if she didn’t do anything wrong per say but it’s so …… I don’t know know …. Like with Sara I saw that she grew and grown to like her more, same with charity, Cindy and other characters that I wouldn’t say or moral superstars but with Dayton it’s just been hard to get behind her on anything it’s so odd to me
Also hope we see Ezra hang with others like him so he doesn’t feel in sense alone and feel more normal and comfortable with his new surroundings
I do wonder if Ezra will have moments of helping Dayton with certain subjects at school but she seems like an all A plus student so that’s going to be a no go really but who knows.
Also Sara said to meet up with her today after school right?
Overall good job
it will be interesting if anyone turns into a little from false tests like Greg and Cindy? It would be a fun story arch for the right person like brokland being under her own little now lol.
The false test was a one time thing for that story. It’s not something that is ever planned to use again or a normal occurrence. You have better odds of getting struck by lightning in a bear cave in the middle of a blizzard
That happened to me once! 🤣
One time thing?
It literally happened twice (two times) in that story!
i count greg and cindy as one incident
OK lol
well they filed together. they are married. If they were differnt households i would have counted it seperate incidents.
there is millions of tests around just in the US, there would have to be at least a 5% failure rate with a new test and 200 plus million tests with human error. once only is not realistic but I under stand wanting to keep it a rare deal. It still would be fun sometimes lol.
1) “Class… today we will observe… the chemical reaction between… vibes… and consequences…” man I hope we See Dayton get consequences, then we’ll see who’s laughing, lol/
2) “Because this wasn’t some anonymous Little with a generic collar and a plastic carrier. This was their former teacher. The man who used to stand at the whiteboard and make them underline thesis statements like it was a moral imperative,” that’s certainly something people would have trouble looking away from
3) “Dayton made no move to hide him. She also didn’t angle him outward like a prize. He wasn’t a trophy.” She doesn’t have to, she knows he’s gonna be the centre of attention even and gets to pretend she isn’t welcoming it.
4) “Can I have a glass?” – “All four girls burst into laughter immediately, fast and bright and contained. It wasn’t cruel.” It is cruel though, they’re taking what they know he perceives as a reasonable request and rubbing in his face that it didn’t happen with mockery.
5) “Dayton didn’t scold Hayden for it. She just rolled her eyes like, you’re so stupid.” Of course, she didn’t; she’s endeared to Hayton and likely enjoys the joke.
6) “He wasn’t a grown man anymore. He wasn’t even, in the eyes of the state, a man” He’s lost his identity and now has only Dayton, a hate-filled and vengeful teenager, to give him what she wants for his new one,
7) “He was a male Little. Homo Parvus. A domesticated dependent under guardian care. His age didn’t buy him anything in this new category. Not respect. Not autonomy. Not even the right to decide where he sat.” Just as Dayton likes it.
8) “Is there a problem, Ms. Darquartz?” Veiled threats, the first language of a young woman like Dayton.
9) “Ezra had watched Dayton work for years. She was consistent. Driven. The kind of kid who turned in assignments early and then asked for feedback like she was collecting data.” the kind of kid who’d try to force a Little to do her homework for her.
10.1) “Are you… alright, Mr. Rhys,” no, but bold of her to assume Ezra would be the one answering her.
10.2) “Mr. Harris. Do you need anything?” nothing she could legally help her with.
11) “This was a window. A chance to say: Help me. A chance to demand: Intervene. A chance to force the room to look at him as a person and not an accessory.” No it isn’t, Mrs Darquartz can’t actually help him legally, and Dayton doesn’t have the empathy or patience to not retaliate if he asked.
12) “He could feel her attention on him, steady and expectant. She didn’t squeeze him. She didn’t threaten him with a look.” but the treat was there, Ezra knew it.
13) “If he spoke against her here, in this room, he wouldn’t be reclaiming dignity. He’d be escalating the rules.” exactly
14) “Ezra is fine, Ms. Darquartz, We just came from lunch. He had his pellets and water. He’s not going to be a distraction.” And after intimidating him into silence, she answers for him, who could have predicted this outcome? (everyone, that’s who)
15) “Then she glanced down at him with a subtle smile that could be read as affection by anyone who didn’t know how sharp her control was” Dayton’s mask in full concealment mode.
16) “Because he could see the structure forming around him. He could see the way Dayton’s power at Roosevelt wasn’t about physical strength. It was about procedure, reputation, and being the girl who did everything “correctly.” Fighting her publicly wouldn’t free him. It would only paint him as a problem she’d have to “manage.” already showing that he’s giving up.
17) “As you can see, he’s already responding well to training. He understands that questions like that are answered by his guardian.” Oh fuck all the way off you cunt!
18) “He moved to the spot Dayton had indicated earlier and sat again. This time, he didn’t arrange himself like a person. He arranged himself like something stable. Not Little sit exactly, but closer. More compact. Less likely to topple if someone bumped the desk.” Dam he’s assimilating too quick.
19) “Ezra remembered when they used to laugh in his classroom. When he used to make them laugh. Jokes about dystopian novels. A sarcastic aside about symbolism. A moment of warmth to keep them from hating the work.” So was this in between bullying Dayton, or were a decent portion of jokes at her expense?
20) “Now he was the inside joke.” which means I can no longer, in good faith, count Ezra’s treatment of Dayton as Dayton’s karma for her treatment of Jordan.
21) “Dayton pressed her lips together, fighting a smile like it was a test she refused to fail. But the corner of her mouth betrayed her, a small crack of amusement. Her shoulders loosened just slightly.” Oh no, human emotions are threatening Dayton’s composure. At least she’s the butt of Hayden’s joke instead of Ezra for a change.
1) it will be you.
2) Human nature would have them looking.
3) Well that is true but you would also fault other guardians for doing just that if they were using him like a trophy. So some credit is due for not doing it.
4) It might be mean or mean spirited. Cruel might be a step to far. I mean teenagers are gonna generally be teasing someone. THats just in there nature.
5) Well Hayden is one of her best friends. Shes also used to it. They kind of trade jokes around. So its not like is uncommon.
6) Hate filled might be a bit much. vengeful i’d give you. She’s not hitler.
7) It may not be have been her goal but she doesnt hate it. But i also dont think she was seeking it out.
8) When i wrote that i wasn’t even writing it as a threat. I wrote it with the intent of dayton honestly asking if there was a problem.
9) Shes not above the convenience of it. But that was a more child-like dayton. Shes matured.
10.1) Well shes probably not thinking in a calculated way. Just empahetically asking.
10.2)It would be difficult for her to undo that is for sure.
11) I’d argue she may have hte patience but she probably wouldnt be the most empathetic to his cause you are right on that one. But I think dayton wouldnt cause a big scene in front of her teacher.
12) Everyone likes treats. lol But some threats can be delivered unspoken.
13) yup. dayton played a good hand. HE would probably come off looking like he bad guy.
14) I can hear the shock in your voice. you can’t hide it. You were blindsided by Daytons actions and hurt.
15)Dayton is gonna dayton.
16) or he is calculating and sees little point in going into a fight he has no chance of winning and just makes him look bad.
Fighting back is great but knowing when to fight is also important. When to make your stand.
17) that couldnt have surprised you
18) He could also be sitting in a way that doesnt get him bounced around or bumped. I dont think every action is necessarily the downfall of ezra. But I can undersand people wnating him to fight and kick and scream.
19) They were definately at her expense worked into the lecture to appear lighthearted even if they werent.
20) how come? Out of curiousity. im just not following on the why.
21) Dayton is butt of alot of Haydens jokes. Its part of the dynamic.
3) Except she is, she’s letting them all see him, getting all the benefit of using him like a trophy, but in a way she keeps plausible deniability.
4) I think it’s cruel because he’s there; if he weren’t in the room, I’d be willing to say it’s normal teen behaviour.
6) She’s not Hitler, like Sara said and you’ve depicted she’s Darth Vader to Littles. She may not be hate-filled, but she’s certainly hate-fueled.
7) She did seek it out, though. She saw that he wasn’t living like a she and the law thinks a Little ought to and sought to change it.
8) The phrasing of “Is there a problem?” is typically used as a veiled threat in my experience. Sort of a “complain/criticise, I dare you”
9) I’m not so sure she’s this “better, more mature person” you keep calling her.
11) Not in front of Ms Darquartz, I agree, but Dayton has the rest of his life to get her retaliations out.
14) I wasn’t ready.
15) and by “Dayton is gonna Dayton’ she’s actually pretending not to Dayton right now.
16) I like that angle for him
I hope he does eventually get his opportunity.
17) Just because I saw it coming doesn’t mean I won’t complain, as the saying goes, “The worst part a bout being a pessimist is always being right.”
18) It’s the fact that he changed position from what he was doing earlier, to one closer to what she wants, and on his own accord.
19) Just like Hayden’s joke from point 4.
20) Because people can’t outmanoeuvre karma. His treatment of Dayton can’t be Karma for Dayton’s treatment of Jordan, because Dayton won in the end.
i am not sure why littles would not put something in their ears so they could ignore the humans around them so they can focus what ever they are doing and not be bothered how humans talk around them or treat them so they wont be tempted to say something It would make their new life have less stress.
Little headphones probably exist, though I could see guardians calling them a “safety risk”
A) guardians know littles have advanced hearing so they could make that a reason to get some.
B) I have been rereading some Madison stuff and Greg and Cindy need a spot that they can just chill on their little pads so they can stay out of Madison’s view and wouldn’t be worrying about what she is doing. She will make her presence know when she wants them. She would have to go to the tank to see them.
C) waiting around begging for her attention makes her not want to deal with them. They can still answer the pads or be available if she hits the tanks speaker. they seem to like to self torcher them selves. They could I’m sure could work ahead to a lot of the kids school work they are going to get if they had time to wait to listen to Madison and her friends ignore them lol.