This female, holding your minuscule body in hand slowly walks over to her own desk that has fourteen or fifteen of sheets of paper, with what written on them but ideas drafted for the occasion presented right now. Her soft grip of hand, calluses colored auburn or orange rubbing at your epidermis, is let loose when she has approached the existing table. With concise speed you are lowered to the table and palm outstretched she releases you and blinks, thin layer of skin scraking across the second and then she smiles and pokes you roughly with her long, thin finger until you tumble down off of her hand. Impact with this table is disorienting and strange, alien really, and when you are standing you feel the blood inside of your skull or brain seethe around to climax and you are once more conscious.
'I composed a list of things that we can do together! And yes, I know that's kind of nerdy and all but just read it, honestly. There's a whole lot of neat things that I thought of.'
Neat things you are wondering, and Lana pulls a paper from a drawer to the left of her (the paper was not already on the desk?) then brings it forth to you in a presenting manner. You cannot hold the paper, you think, you cannot hold this. When you reach out with your left hand she laughs and sets it down to your right. The letters are each written in uniform and clear print with red and sometimes blue ink, more frequently as the list goes down. There are sixteen 'neat things' on the list but several appear uncomfortably unpleasant. Retrieve objects lost beneath the refrigerator? Or travel across a room taking notes on microscopic fauna? No particular option sticks out as pleasant and you begin to grimace. The boring girl Lana frowns and you frown too.
'This list is boring; do you have no soul or something? Maybe we can do something actually interesting?'
'I thought that these were interesting things to do. The list outlines a whole lot of creative research ideas so we can make practical use of your size. That was the intention of this, of course. I do not see what else we could do, unless you are willing to implore upon non-conventional research.'
'What is that supposed to mean?'
Lana looks like those men on television who advertise vehicles with absurdly low pricee. You blink and she stands to a full height and you are still down here on the table. Her hair is framing her face in this strangely alluring way and it is honestly almost too much. She plucks you directly off the table and then puts you on top of her head, within her thin hair that tangles and wraps around itself an infinite number of times and you trip on the rounded surface. Her hands appear above you and suddenly the hair all around begins to strangle you as she controls it, tying it into a formal bun with you as the center.
This girl giggles and fingers the bun a bit until it is well adjusted and then she sneezes cutely.
'I'm going to go out, you can tell me whatever you discover when I'm back home.'
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