Despite whether or not the statement was true you let out a meek "I'm okay." to avoid any further conflict with the substantial senior.
"It's a good thing I didn't smash you. I just got these pants today and the last thing I want on them are bug boy guts." Heather leaned in and squinted, looking for any signs of injury on your tiny body. "Wow, you're really not hurt at all, are you? I was expecting to see a missing limb or two but you seem to be completely fine."
"Really? Can I try sitting on him?" Alexia, one of Heather's friends, suggested.
"Yeah, go ahead." Heather said while setting you back down onto the bus seat.
Before you could say anything or even process what was going on another butt, this time in tight jeans, hovered above you ready to come crashing down.
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