Mois pokes Tamama on the face. "Tag! You're it!" She giggles and runs around the room.
"Grr... that annoying little brat," Tamama clenches his teeth, now regretting have made Mois into a little kid. He picks up the blaster and considers walking out, but then feels a sudden chill go down on his spine. "Wait. If I leave her like this, someone will notice and I'll be blamed for it. Crap." Tamama drops the blaster and runs out to look for Mois. Luckily for him, she is not far away, not being very fast with stubby legs tripping over her oversized clothes. Tamama grabs onto her shirt collar and gets her to stop.
"Aww... you got me," Mois giggles again. Tamama clenches his teeth again, approaching his limit.
"Yeah. I did. Now come on. I need to turn you back to normal before something else happens."
"But I want to play with you some more." Mois' eyes start sparkling from tears. Does Tamama relent?
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