There was a scream as two fleshy lips engulfed Laura’s face.
“Hello, little one,” the kid beamed down at her. “We’re going to have so much fun together!”
“...well I’m sure one of us will.” Laura raised an eyebrow. “You gonna get this over with, or...?”
“Over with?” The kid frowned. “W-what do you mean, sweetie?”
“The whole eating people thing.” Laura said. “You look like you could use a meal.”
“Wha?” The redhead said. “I don’t wanna eat you. I-I just want a girlfriend, that’s all...”
Girlfriend? That was mildly less unpleasant than being eaten alive, Laura supposed.
“You do?”
“Uh huh! And it’s been super hard trying to make this shrinky thing work!”
“You’ve been trying this a lot?”
“Since my birthday last week!”
Great. Not only was she stuck with a barely legal nympho, she wasn’t even the first choice. About fiftieth by the sounds of it.
“...look, kid.” Laura started.
“Call me Caitlin!”
“...not mistress or something?”
“Eww, that’s gross! Why would my girlfriend call me that?”
“Because you like own me now?”
“So? You’re still my girlfriend, and still super pretty!”
What was with this kid?
Laura grimaced. “Look, Caitlin. Here’s the thing...”
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