The final bell hit the building like a starting gun.
At full size, it was just noise. A daily punctuation mark. At four inches, it was a physical event. The sound slammed through Roosevelt’s halls with a sharpness that made Ezra’s ribs feel too close together, like the air itself flinched.
Lockers detonated open and shut. Voices rose in a single, rolling surge. The whole school turned liquid, pouring toward exits in a flood of backpacks, sneakers, and ponytails.
Dayton’s fingers tightened around him without thinking, thumb braced at his back, the rest of her hand forming a warm fence around his waist. Not a squeeze meant to hurt. A grip meant to keep him from getting jostled into the floor by the world’s careless momentum.
From her palm, everything blurred. A seventh grader’s hoodie swung past like a curtain. A pair of shoes thudded by close enough that the air moved. Someone laughed loud and sharp and the sound bounced off tile, multiplying.
Nicole’s voice cut through the chaos somewhere near Dayton’s shoulder. Fast. Bright. “No because the new episode was actually insane, like I had to pause and scream.”
Hayden popped her gum like punctuation. Hannah, already angling her phone, muttered something about “one quick selfie” as if the hallway was not currently a stampede.
Ezra swallowed. His collar tag ticked against Dayton’s nail with the tiniest metallic sound, a reminder that even his breathing came with accessories now.
They reached Dayton’s locker.
Up close, the sky-blue metal door looked less like a student’s storage space and more like a vault. Dayton spun the dial with quick confidence, numbers falling into place like routine muscle memory. The click-click-click was too loud for Ezra’s nerves.
The locker creaked open.
Cold air spilled out, metallic and stale. Dayton set Ezra gently on the lower shelf. The steel under his shoes was icy, a shock through the thin soles of his dress shoes. He steadied himself, fingers splayed, as the hallway roar echoed in the locker’s hollow belly.
From here he could see the strange geography of Dayton’s life. Neon sticky notes curling off folders. A tiny mirror rimmed in pastel tape, dotted with fingerprints. Magnets arranged into inside jokes he didn’t understand. A couple of pens with cute charms, and a grid of color-coded tabs that screamed the same thing Dayton’s posture always did.
Control. Intention. Systems.
Dayton rummaged without hesitation. Algebra. History. English. She made decisions in quick, efficient motions. Zippers rasped. A binder snapped shut. A textbook thumped into her bag with the weight of a small anvil.
Ezra sat in her locker like a misplaced object and waited, stupidly, for a moment of acknowledgement. Something that said she remembered he was here as a person, not an item in her routine.
None came.
Nicole leaned in, face appearing at the locker door, bright and unbothered. “Are you coming straight to my place or home first?”
“Home first,” Dayton said, pulling her pencil pouch free. Strawberry gum and bubblegum lip gloss. The scent hit Ezra even from the shelf, familiar now in the worst way. “Ezra needs to get settled. Then I’ll come over so we can talk to Kinsley and hit the store for supplies.”
Hayden’s face slid into view next, curious and too close. “You ever get bored in there?” she asked, sing-song teasing that didn’t quite feel cruel, more like she couldn’t resist poking the weirdness to see if it reacted.
Nicole shrugged like she was talking about a pet carrier. “Kinsley likes being carried around. She says it makes her feel like a queen.”
Ezra opened his mouth.
Dayton scooped him up before he could. Her palm closed around him again, warm and decisive.
“You can answer,” Dayton said, looking straight ahead as she shouldered her backpack. Her tone was simple, factual. “You don’t need my permission to answer questions.”
Ezra froze. The words were technically generous, but they landed like a reminder of who decided what “permission” meant now.
The locker door slammed, and the sound swallowed him for a second. Then the hallway noise flooded back in, muffled by Dayton’s hand and hoodie sleeve.
A few students slowed as they passed. Their eyes flicked to Dayton’s palm. To the tiny collar tag. To the fact that the rumor wasn’t a rumor.
Mr. Rhys.
Owned.
Ezra caught each glance like a pebble thrown at his dignity.
They moved with the unselfconscious togetherness of a practiced group, weaving through bodies and noise like a school of fish. The air was thick with gym shoes, perfume, and institutional soap. Every footfall vibrated up through the floor, into Dayton’s hand, into Ezra’s bones.
Outside, the air was colder. Cleaner. The sky over the city had started turning the color of steel and apricot, streetlights flickering awake one by one.
Buses waited at the curb like giant yellow beetles, engines grumbling. Exhaust and warm rubber hung in the air.
Dayton climbed the steps carefully, then slid into her usual seat midway down the aisle. The vinyl cracked under her weight. She set Ezra down on the seat beside her for half a second, then, seeing the sway of the bus and the chaos of bodies, scooped him back into her lap with a quick, practiced motion.
“Secure,” she murmured, more to herself than to him, and curled her hand around him again.
Ezra hated that the word worked. Hated that he felt a tiny, involuntary relief.
The bus lurched, and the world rocked.
He braced, arms tense, legs awkwardly spread for balance on the uneven vinyl. At this scale every bump was a minor earthquake, every turn a tilt, every pothole a threat.
Dayton sat upright, phone face down on her lap, earbuds in with one dangling free. She glanced down at him occasionally. Guarded. Casual. Not unkind.
That might have been the worst part.
The girl who had stripped him of status, career, and adult footing was now scrolling like it was any other afternoon. Laughing at something Hayden showed her. Rolling her eyes at a comment Nicole shouted from across the aisle. Looping her hair into a half-up twist with a hair tie like this was just another Monday.
Ezra was sitting between them like a decorative pin.
A breathing ornament.
He hated it.
Then a shadow fell across them in the aisle.
“Hey, Dayton.”
The voice cracked in that pubescent way where it couldn’t decide what shape it wanted to be. Ezra’s stomach tightened even before he looked up.
Bradley.
Ezra remembered him. Decent kid. A little goofy. Skateboarder energy. A boy who never quite sat still, even in a desk.
Bradley stood with one foot hooked against a seat leg, Yankees cap pulled low, ears red. Thirteen-year-old courage disguised as casual posture.
Dayton’s face softened, just slightly. “Hey, Brad.”
Hayden made a sound that was almost a laugh and pressed her lips together like she was physically restraining it.
Bradley’s eyes flicked down. “Is that… your Little?”
“Yep,” Dayton said easily, like he’d asked about a new planner. “He’s mine now.”
Mine.
Ezra felt the word like a hand closing around his throat. No “Mr. Rhys.” No “former teacher.” Just a possession label.
Bradley squinted at Ezra, trying to reconcile the memory of a man with the reality of four inches of him. “That’s so weird. Not bad. Just… weird. My mom said she wasn’t comfortable with a Little teaching us. Said it felt like some kind of agenda.”
Ezra’s jaw tightened. He pushed himself upright, fighting the bus sway and the humiliation of having to balance like a doll.
“I never pushed anything,” he said, voice small but clear. “I taught literature. Writing. Critical thinking. Skills. There was never an agenda.”
Bradley blinked, then shrugged in that helpless, kid way. “Okay but, like… it’s different. Ms. Whittaker actually controls the class. It’s not like we have to worry about you getting… I dunno. Hurt. Or picked up. Or someone being weird.”
Picked up.
Ezra felt the words land like a stamp on paper.
Dayton didn’t flinch. “He’s not teaching anymore,” she said. “And I take care of him. He’s safe. That’s what matters.”
Bradley nodded slowly, still staring at Ezra like he was trying to decide what category to put him in. Then he pivoted, clearly eager to escape the awkwardness.
“Anyway,” he said, turning back to Dayton, “you going into the city this weekend? They opened that new skate shop near Canal. Could be cool.”
Dayton looked up now, eyes brightening just a fraction. “Maybe. Depends if my mom lets me.”
Bradley grinned, awkward and earnest. “Cool. Maybe I’ll see you there.”
He started to leave, then paused, eyes flicking to Ezra again. “And, uh… your Little’s kinda cute. In a weird hamster way.”
Ezra didn’t respond. He couldn’t decide whether to laugh or scream, and the bus was too loud for either.
Bradley shuffled away down the aisle.
The second he was gone, Hayden shoved Dayton lightly with her elbow. “Oh my god. He likes you.”
Dayton rolled her eyes, but her mouth betrayed her. A smile tugged at the corners. “He does not.”
“He sooo does,” Nicole sang from across the row, leaning over dramatically. “His voice cracked twice.”
Hayden leaned toward Ezra like he wasn’t even there. “And skate shop is code. That is boy code.”
Ezra sat frozen, pinned between middle school courtship and his own quiet humiliation. The bus swayed, and he let it roll him back into the dip of the seat cushion, knees drawn in.
Above him, the girls’ voices floated. Teasing. Glowing. Easy.
None of them noticed his silence.
None of them heard the absurdity screaming inside his skull.
The teacher. The mentor. The man who used to stand at the front of a classroom and command attention with a sentence.
Now he was a conversation piece.
A curiosity.
A hamster.
The bus groaned to a stop with a hiss of brakes and a squeal of tired shocks. Kids surged into the aisle, grabbing backpacks, shouting goodbye, laughter bouncing off the ceiling.
Dayton glanced out the window. Her stop.
She bent and opened her palm. “Come on,” she murmured.
Ezra hated this part most. The part where his body had to obey gravity and procedure.
He climbed into her hand with practiced, silent shame.
As she stepped off the bus into the cool evening air, Hayden trotted behind her, grinning. “Sooo,” she sang, dragging the word out like candy, “your Little is cute, huh?”
“Don’t start,” Dayton said, but her voice already had a laugh buried inside it.
“Oh I will start,” Hayden said. “Bradley said it. ‘Cute.’ ‘Hamster.’ Quote.”
Dayton shook her head, lips tight, trying not to smile. “He didn’t mean it like that.”
“He meant it like that,” Hayden insisted, skipping a step.
Ezra’s face went hot. “Hayden, please.”
Hayden giggled harder. “Awww. Embarrassed?”
“I’m not a hamster,” Ezra muttered.
Hayden’s eyes lit up like she’d been handed a gift. “So you’re fine with cute, you just hate hamster. Got it.”
“No. I meant neither,” Ezra snapped, and immediately regretted how small it sounded.
Dayton adjusted her grip slightly, not cruel, but firm enough to remind him balance depended on her. Control always sat beneath the teasing like a second language.
“You are kind of hamster-sized,” Dayton said, then added, almost fairly, “but I get it. I wouldn’t want to be compared to a hamster either.”
“That’s not helping,” Ezra said through his teeth.
Hayden laughed like it was the best thing she’d heard all day. “Text me later,” she called, jogging backward toward her own block. “We can plan your outfit for this weekend!”
Dayton made a face, half groan, half laugh. “She’s such a dork.”
Then, quieter, with an affection she didn’t bother to hide: “But she’s my dork.”
Ezra crossed his arms as best he could in her palm. “That was mortifying.”
Dayton lifted an eyebrow at him. “You’re not gonna cry, are you?”
“I wasn’t crying,” he muttered. “I was defending myself.”
They reached her stoop. Warm light glowed behind curtains. The faint hum of a TV. The smell of someone’s dinner drifting from a cracked window nearby.
Dayton paused, looking down at him for a long moment. Her expression was unreadable, the trained calm version of her face.
Then her mouth softened.
“I think you did okay,” she said.
Ezra blinked, thrown.
“I mean,” Dayton added quickly, like she didn’t want him to mistake it for softness, “you didn’t fall off the seat. You stayed balanced. You spoke up.”
He stared at her. “Thanks… I guess.”
She shrugged. “You’re not the worst Little ever.”
Ezra exhaled through his nose, a tired sound. “And you weren’t the worst guardian either.”
Dayton’s eyes flicked up sharply at that. Like she didn’t know whether to accept it.
She did anyway, by not arguing.
Instead, she tucked him gently into the pouch of her hoodie, zipper pulled halfway so he could breathe, but not so far that the world could grab him. Warm fabric closed around him like a soft cave.
“Secure,” she murmured again, and this time the word wasn’t just a command.
It was a promise.
Inside the hoodie pocket, Ezra let himself go still.
Humiliating. Absurd. Unavoidable.
And, in the strangest corner of his mind, something else too.
The world kept moving. Fast. Loud. Indifferent.
But for a few seconds, held against the steady thrum of Dayton’s heartbeat through layers of cotton, he could pretend he wasn’t falling.
Just… being carried.
“And, uh… your Little’s kinda cute. In a weird hamster way”
probably just cause it’s my universe vs theres, but that would be weird for me to hear from someone that much younger than me lol
Well he is talking with a girl he likes. So being complimentary is always helpful. Im sure for ezra it was awkward.
yeah I kinda figured that was why lol and probably super awkward to hear your former student call you cute like a hamster
The guy finds out what its like to be cute like a hamster lol.
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Welcome to your new home, Ezra. Can’t wait to see how he settles into life with Dayton. Also, Bradley seems like an interesting character, and it’s nice to see some immune males in this world. Hope we get some more male guardians like Carter from the Kayla story.
I really want a carter story lol it’s quickly risen to the second most interesting story option for me, behind a story from within Generitech (little city, life as a test little, or a Generitech Employee)
Personally, I want a story focused on Oakley from the Birthday Shipment, where she gets a little.
Carter Kayla’s boyfriend, or Carter Chloe’s brother?
This is a giantess site; I’m not sure a male Giant would become a protagonist.
Kaylas boyfriend.
and yeah i guess that’s true. maybe that’s what makes him more interesting haha it’s a different pov than we are used to seeing.
Personally, I don’t see a problem with male giants or male guardians in this world.
Me neither, or at least no problems that wouldn’t be just as true with the women. But you know how fragile femininity can be.
But I just don’t think that’s what this site is about, Asuka may surprise us and write one idk.
It’s always nice when one pops up.
I’m actually working on one myself as well.
agreed that too lol.
Part of me thinks there’d be a stigma against male guardians, the same way there is one against fathers
Like being a guardian would be considered “feminine”, and men who want to be guardians are called names and accused of having ulterior motives, (though nothing we haven’t seen or confirmed the female guardians do more.) And even the trainers and assessors are more stringent with male applicants.
The only real advantage I can think of for female guardians is that women have a better ability to hear higher-pitched sounds like Little’s voices.
A) I think it is simple as biology, woman from evolution up evolved to nurture and take care of children and have a lot of empathy and emotion. Which helps when dealing with children and taking care of people like nurses.
B) When I was in the hospital from my accident there was only male Nurse that didn’t suck and he was gay. i felt much better around the female nurses, they seem to be more attentive and care about what i was going through.
C) Young males especially would not be good for littles, we are basically on drugs with the amount of testosterone is going through our body making us do crazy stuff up into at least our 30s.
D)My wife interned at the Seattle prosecutors office when she was in college and the violent offender rate for males vs females was in the 90s %. There was some other crazy stats like that law enforcement used to regulate crime. As I guy I couldn’t say anything because my friends and I from high school did crazy stuff up intel my motorcycle accident at 50 lol.
A) did you know that more than 80% of children abuse is committed by mothers? But sure, keep pretending women are more empathetic, despite evidence to the contrary
B) Well, that’s just anecdotal evidence, that’d be like if I brought up the nurses who killed well over 300 people by intentionally messing up their medications, men and women can both be bad nurses.
C) If you’re gonna be like that, I’m gonna bring up women’s periods, by your logic the hormones would turn female guardians into death traps once a month, well I to their 60’s or possibly later since the remnants.
D) stuff like that is usually due to biases, statistically speaking it’s actually more common for a woman to hit a man that the other way around (and I mean actually hit not flirty-playfighting). The problem is violence committed by women, especially against men, isn’t treated nearly as seriously, including sometimes by the male victims.
A) I don’t think male Guardians are a good idea in my humble opinion, we males for the most part but not all don’t nurture like females. It doesn’t mean we cant like for our kids but for a little I think males lifestyle is to ruff and tumble.
B) Plus our skin is gross compared to woman’s soft skin which would be a big deal for a little. Woman from a young age like to play house and play being a mom and littles are perfect for that energy. I saw in first and with my daughter when she was growing up.
A) you’ve clearly gotten some deep rooted internalised misandry and I hope you get help with that. But I will point put that every time we’ve seen a Little being abused it was at the hands (or in Sadie’s case feet) of a female guardian.)
B) That’s a simple hygiene/selfcare issue, easily fixed.
I of course respect your opinion
even though I am very educated, most just boring math and engineering stuff I had to look up what misandry meant lol.
My sister was about ten years old when I was born and basically raised by her so I have always had a easy time hanging with woman and my party’s when I was younger at my party house and was never a sausage fest because I always invited my friends girlfriends also plus of course what ever girl I was at the time so maybe I do have a bias toward woman but I have always had a lot of guy friends so I think saying I’m a self hating guy I think is to far.( myself maybe lol) I did have to get a lot of mental evals after my death experience motorcycle accident and as far as I know I am ok other then some PST from the accident. I even got cleared to get my concealed gun permit renewed again lol
I respect your different opinion even though on this subject we might be not as aliened as most of the other smallara stuff.
I a good one bud.
I’ll admit I got a little heated there, sorry about that. (These are just issues I have a personal history with.) I didn’t mean to come off as disrespectful; I do respect you.
Internalised misandry doesn’t just mean I think you hate yourself, or actively hate men, but believing things like “men are naturally less nurturing and empathetic” is the kind of misandristic thinking that holds men down and makes life even harder than it already is for single (and/or gay) fathers.
I understand that those beliefs are pretty common in the real world, and even more common in pop culture, treating husbands and fathers as blithering idiots so often that it normalises the idea of downplaying men’s achievements and capabilities.
You seem to have a healthy respect for women, which is good, but share some love with your fellow men; we can do anything they can do, even better in some cases.
I understand your passion on the dad thing being a father of a daughter that took her & her gang of friends to places in downtown Seattle by myself and got looks all the time from people because my wife isn’t a fan of crowded places.
I love talking about stuff with people that have had interesting lives like me lol.
I am still going to make your Dayton little videos if I get the right pic lol.
have a good one bud
I enjoyed this dialog between you two. I had to look up misandry as well 😆.
Although I believe men can be nurturing, my experience that women are more likely to be that way than men, but that is purely anectodal.
As for the cases Lethal brings up in the Smallara story line, the number of abuse cases may be biased due to the fact that the majority of the Guardians thus far are female. Also this is fiction after all.
Anyway, good discussion.
I enjoy everyone in this sites community. We all have fun with the size and change in dynamics story’s . Its like we all share a guilty pleasure lol. I have to tip my hat to Asuka for taking the time to create and maintain this community. I love getting better at the AI videos to make something based on the chapters and hopefully they get longer if I can lol.
Carter only exists as Kayla’s boyfriend. So he is really only seen through that lens.
Bradley likes dayton. So its another wrinkle in daytons arc
0) best image yet
1) “The final bell hit the building like a starting gun” Schools over, we finally see what Dayton’s home looks like
2) “Ezra sat in her locker like a misplaced object and waited, stupidly, for a moment of acknowledgement. Something that said she remembered he was here as a person, not an item in her routine” oh buddy, you gonna wait a wile
3) “Kinsley likes being carried around. She says it makes her feel like a queen.” adorable positive spin
4) “You don’t need my permission to answer questions.” He needed it with Erica
5) “The words were technically generous” even for Dayton; that’s a low bar.
6) “She set Ezra down on the seat beside her for half a second, then, seeing the sway of the bus and the chaos of bodies, scooped him back into her lap with a quick, practised motion.” That’s probably for the best. He likely wouldn’t be safe loose on a bus.
7) “She glanced down at him occasionally. Guarded. Casual. Not unkind.” but not kind either.
8) “The girl who had stripped him of status, career, and adult footing was now scrolling like it was any other afternoon” Dayton adapted quickly to the situation she’d been planning for months? You don’t say.
9) “Dayton’s face softened, just slightly. “Hey, Brad.” Friends or possible a little crush?
10.1) “That’s so weird. Not bad. Just… weird. My mom said she wasn’t comfortable with a Little teaching us.” Interesting that Dayton wasn’t his only hater. I wonder what percentage of his students actually had a problem with it
10.2) “Said it felt like some kind of agenda.” The way Ezra did it, 100%
11) “I never pushed anything; I taught literature. Writing. Critical thinking. Skills. There was never an agenda.” Liar, there was absolutely an anti-Dayton agenda and a pro-Little one.
12) “It’s not like we have to worry about you getting… I dunno. Hurt. Or picked up. Or someone being weird.” All things Dayton wanted to do, and she was weird about it, though she’d say she was “concerned legally”
13) “And I take care of him. He’s safe. That’s what matters.” yeah, you did this for his safety because you were that worried about him/s
14) “They opened that new skate shop near Canal. Could be cool.” Does Dayton skate too?
15) “And, uh… your Little’s kinda cute. In a weird hamster way.” Surely by now Littles would fill their own niche of cuteness
16) “Oh my god. He likes you.” Dayton rolled her eyes, but her mouth betrayed her. A smile tugged at the corners” – knew it, lol
17) “He sooo does, His voice cracked twice.” He’s a thirteen-year-old boy; his voice cracks are meaningless and random.
18) “And skate shop is code. That is boy code.” Ah yes, because skate shops are just for boys/s
19) “Ezra hated this part most. The part where his body had to obey gravity and procedure.” because Gravity only affects Littles?/s (Man, I am being really sarcastic this morning, lol)
20) “He didn’t mean it like that.” No, i suspect he’d rather have called Dayton cute.
21) “I’m not a hamster,” – “So you’re fine with cute, you just hate hamster. Got it.” That’s what I’m hearing/s
22) “No. I meant neither,” Well, this iswhat Dayton was talking about, thet’re not mind readers
23) “You are kind of hamster-sized, but I get it. I wouldn’t want to be compared to a hamster either.” What are the odds he winds up in Dayton’s old hamster cage?
24) “She’s such a dork.” – “But she’s my dork.” Hayden is an independent girl, she’s her own dork
25) “You’re not gonna cry, are you?” And what if he did? Is the alleged new Dayton still too cold to show empathy to a crying Little?, even one she’s sworn to take care of?
26) “I think you did okay,” such flattery, who is this, and what has she done with Dayton?
27) “I mean,” Dayton added quickly, like she didn’t want him to mistake it for softness, “you didn’t fall off the seat. You stayed balanced. You spoke up.” Of course, God forbid Ezra meet Dayton’s soft side.
28.1) “You’re not the worst Little ever.” And I suppose there are guardians worse than her, but there are also Littles and guardians better than both.
28.2) “And you weren’t the worst guardian either.” That’s the nicest thing he’s said to Dayton.
29) “Dayton’s eyes flicked up sharply at that. Like she didn’t know whether to accept it.” She wanted him to be more complimentary to her than she was to him.
30) ‘Instead, she tucked him gently into the pouch of her hoodie, zipper pulled halfway so he could breathe, but not so far that the world could grab him. Warm fabric closed around him like a soft cave.” So now he gets privacy, not in the crowded school, but in her almost empty home.
0) I knew at the beginning of the week i was going to forget to upload it. As the original had has hair poking out of the hoodie so i had to re-render it and like i thought forgot to upload it. Its now here though.
1) Yeah, the home is described more descriptively I do obviously have home images but i ends up being limiting if I only write what is in the image or assets i have purchased or made.
It was a bit more freeing creatively
2) That is probably fairly factual for dayton. Maybe not to the extreme you imagined but Dayton definitely doesn’t view littles as equals by default. Ezra being how he treated her before she probably would be reluctant to.
3)Its fitting of kinsley too. I could see her having fun with it. “Nicole lower my chariot and less attitude this time. The last driver had an eye roll you could practically here.”
“that was me.”
“well now you know what you need to work on. Dinner table please.”
4)He was kinda just quiet and didnt answer though and dayon stepped in.
5) What i hear is Dayton is blazing new ground and going where lethal has seen no guardian has gone before.
6) Yeah. Dayton be considerate. That should be added to teh lethal bingo card.
7) one could call that as kind as she feels he may deserve at this point
8) that one is fair. she may no thave known it was today but she was ready for the possibility of it happening.
9) There is a little crush action going. More so from him towards dayton but dayton doesnt dislike brad.
10) a good number of students and parents didnt like it but the story was focused on dayton. However a majority of people didnt like it. but that part isnt covered as much due to it being dayton focused and dayton isnt specifically aware of the number of people who dont like it.
10.2) it does feel very ezra.
11) you are correct that is ezra viewing things from his point of view and not necessarily reality.
12) They were valid concerns and demonstrtae that dayton was correct or atleast others had similar concerns or worries. Even the ones not trained.
13) glad to see you turning hte corner on your #2 favorite guardian. lol
14) Shes no kayla or sara. But because Sara skates obviously dayton can. Shes compotent she can ride but she isn’t going to the x games or anything. She does basic things.
15) They do for some it would kind of depend how many littles the person has seen. He is obviously saying it to kidn of flirt with Dayton.
16) lol. Dont worry dective Hayden is on the case.
17) thats also a fact but this is how a 13 year old group of girls percieves it.
18) yup no girls skateboard here. However, waht is trying to be said is specifically making a point to go to the skate shop is more of a boy thing. its not like dayton would go a skate shop just because. She would have a reaosn she was going. Like he needed something they sold.
19) somedays thats just how it is.
20) yeah i would concur. But htat would be pretty brazen as he doesnt know if she likes him or anything.
21) gotta love hayden to be there to cut straight to the chase.
22) yup facts.
23) That wouuld have been great. “I even added new wood chips for you and a new excercise wheel. Your welcome.”
24) Agreed
25) No but crying is hard to handle. I hate seeing people cry as i dont know what to do and everything feels wrong. So i assume similar feelings.
26) This is the true dayton
27) she is being nice though.
28) oh most definately. I would put Sara and Jordan, Kayla and Kelli, both above them.
28.2) it really is
29) Well she never gets compliments from him regardless of size. She could be suspiscous.
30) Well there is no one around her here. even in a pouch she coudl hse still get bumped into and or trip. It would be harder to save him if inside a pouch.
30) I think pockets would be scary for a little while moving because like you said, anyone could bump into her pocket. The city and school are not walking without bumps places lol. Like I said a while back with Sara, the safest place I could think of for a little using aerospace safety logic is her bra because of to soft crumple zones and a closed off space with its own heaters lol.
1) looking forward to it
2) That’s the issue, she chose a Little she hated, she will treat him poorly, or just specifically not as well as she could.
3) I love it.
4) Because she intimidated him int silence.
5) Blazing, nah, she’d tunnelling.
7) Maybe, but it’s still not kind
9) Poor kid, he has no idea what he’s looking at.
10.1) Majority? damn
12) Fair
17) Their egos want him to like them.
20) Boys that age tend to act before thinking.
23) So not the hamster cage, my next guess is her old doll house, the one she played with Jordan in.
25) Dayton claimed she was specifically trained to handle it.
26) I don’t think so, the true Dayton is the girl who blackmails people with false accusations.
27) But hiding it
28) Sara’s better than Dayton, and I’d say Ezra is the worst Little shown yet.
29) Especially because she isn’t that deserving.
30) The way people were parting for Dayton makes me think she wouldn’t have been bumped into
Kinsley is making becoming a little more of a different life experience and trying to make stuff that takes her independence away and trying to make the best of it. I think she is the perfect little and her trying to make the best out of a bad experience should be a model most littles should follow to not make the next hundred years of their life hell.
Plus I hope she has to babysit prof Fluff a lot lol
For some reason! I don’t see them bonding