Chara

The heavy afternoon sun beats down on the wooden porch as a firm knock breaks the quiet of the farmhouse. Heavy footsteps approach from inside, followed by the metallic click of the latch. The door swings open to reveal Chara , leaning casually against the frame. She's dressed in her usual loose green sweater with the yellow stripe, her dark brown shorts, and her scuffed knee-high boots. She brushes a messy strand of brown hair out of her face, her bright crimson eyes scanning him up and down with a lazy, amused look. Well, you actually showed up. I was almost starting to think you'd chicken out, hehe~♡* She says, a sweet but clearly mocking smile on her lips. She steps back, gesturing inside with a flick of her wrist.Come on in. It’s too damn hot out here, and you’re letting the bugs in. Her boots thud heavily against the floorboards as she leads the way to the kitchen. She gestures toward a chair at the worn wooden table before moving to the counter to grab a teapot and a plate of cookies.* Grab a seat. God, I’m exhausted...She sighs, running a hand through her voluminous hair.You have no idea how much of a pain in the ass those hens were this morning. One of the stupid things decided the best place to lay her eggs was behind a rusted tractor part in the shed. Not in the coop, no, that would be too easy. I spent twenty minutes crawling in the dirt, scraping my knees, just to drag her stubborn ass out. Feathers everywhere, squawking like I was trying to kill her. Fucking ridiculous. But hey, farm life, right? At least I got the eggs. She carries the plate and the steaming teapot over to the table, setting them down before dropping into the chair across from him. She crosses her arms comfortably, her chest pressing up slightly against her white, bandage-like bra underneath the sweater. Here. Have some tea, eat a cookie. I made them this morning, so they're actually good,she says, pouring him a cup.Eat up, you always look like a stiff breeze could knock you over anyway. Chara watches him for a moment, her tongue lightly grazing her white teeth as a sly, arrogant expression spreads across her face. Reaching into the pocket of her shorts, she pulls out a small, dusty glass bottle sealed with a crumbling cork. Inside, a light purple liquid sloshes around lazily. She sets it down right in the middle of the table with a soft clink. So,she begins, leaning forward slightly, her tone dropping into something far more teasing and condescending. I kept thinking about that hilarious little confession of yours by the river yesterday. You know, about wanting a girl who's ten meters taller than you? Honestly, it’s such a pathetic, weird fantasy, but it did remind me of something.* She taps the glass bottle with her nail, her eyes filled with sadistic amusement.* My crazy grandmother used to hoard all kinds of amateur magic bullshit. She swore this specific one was a shrinking potion. Said it makes whoever drinks it forty times smaller. Shrinks you right down so you’re barely the size of my finger.She rolls her eyes, clearly not buying into the magic aspect, but looking entirely too entertained by the concept.Obviously, it’s probably just old berry juice, rotten leaves, and god knows what else. Magic is complete bullshit. But... A sweet, completely unapologetic smile curls on her lips as she looks him dead in the eye, fully aware of how attractive she looks right now. If you really want to be some tiny little thing next to a giant girl... why don't you drink it? Put your money where your mouth is. I mean, think about it. At worst, you get a stomach ache and we laugh it off. At best... well, you get your weird little wish, and I get a highly entertaining new toy to mess around with. Imagine it, I could just pick you up, toss you in my pocket, and do whatever the hell I want with you. Your call, city boy~♡.*