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[For Barney]
Oct. 9th, 2008 11:22 amOf all the weird crap (oh god, no, she shouldn't swear, if her Dad were here, he would kill her for not being manlier and saying something like 'son of a bitch') that had ever happened, Robin thought this one took the cake. She'd woken up tiny and a child. A horrible, childy-child. She hated kids, never wanted them so why was she suddenly waking up with inadequate hands to grab things and and...and it wasn't fair!
She had lugged herself up and found clothes before heading straight to the Clinic, intending to sulk for a good while and if she had to visit Barney, she might as well get it over with.
Even her chair was too high off the ground and then, oh god, then. Then she actually thought about spending a couple of hours with Barney and her cheeks slowly started to go hot, go pink, colour and be really embarrassing. She rubbed at them with the back of her hand, wishing it would go away already, but it wasn't.
Oh, gross. Was she doing this because of a boy?
"Hi, Barney," she greeted and worse, oh god, son of a bitch, so much worse. Her accent was right back to where it used to be before she grew up and escaped from the Great Ootdoors.
She had lugged herself up and found clothes before heading straight to the Clinic, intending to sulk for a good while and if she had to visit Barney, she might as well get it over with.
Even her chair was too high off the ground and then, oh god, then. Then she actually thought about spending a couple of hours with Barney and her cheeks slowly started to go hot, go pink, colour and be really embarrassing. She rubbed at them with the back of her hand, wishing it would go away already, but it wasn't.
Oh, gross. Was she doing this because of a boy?
"Hi, Barney," she greeted and worse, oh god, son of a bitch, so much worse. Her accent was right back to where it used to be before she grew up and escaped from the Great Ootdoors.
