There was a moment Apollo experienced as the gigantic mass that was Athena's rear made its landing on the chair. In just the split second before the impact, he felt a chill from the air around him, which was briefly swept up in a light breeze. Every sound Apollo could hear just five seconds earlier seemed to vanish in that moment.
And then the second passed.
Instantly, any feeling Apollo might have registered from any of his senses vanished to be replaced by a crushing force that consumed his entire body.
Trucy returned to the main room of the office in barely over a minute. Her bags of newly purchased equipment for her upcoming magic shows had been set aside in her room on the building's second floor.
She found Athena sitting in the chair she'd last seen Apollo working from. The older girl was looking over Apollo's paperwork, making the occasional addition here or there.
"How's that stuff looking?" she asked, approaching the desk.
He was alive. Apollo was fairly certain of that much. He could barely move a muscle, but he could feel that, and he doubted that dead people could feel much of anything.
But then, he wasn't really in pain, either. That didn't seem right, considering that from what little he could feel, he was pinned squarely beneath more weight than he could possibly guess.
He'd crumpled to the surface of the desk chair the instant the weight of Athena's ass came down on his back and shoulders. He'd heard only a split second of the boom that accompanied the impact before all sound had been blocked out. His senses were almost entirely useless. All he could feel was the hard ground against the front of his body and the fabric of Athena's leggings covering everything else. Given how tiny he was, he must have been easily flattened into the all-encompassing ceiling that his towering co-worker had unintentionally become.
Exactly where he was beneath her was as much of a mystery as anything else about what had happened to him.
Athena flipped back the last page one more time to check it again. She grinned, satisfied with the finishing touches she'd given to Apollo's work. Even he would have a hard time complaining about how thorough she'd been.
Trucy was shuffling through a set of cards while she waited on Athena.
"What d'you think Polly's doing?" she asked when she saw Athena set down her pen.
"Dunno. Think we ought to go and find him?" Athena asked back.
"Sure!" Trucy said, springing to her feet.
Athena's chair creaked a bit as she nudged it backward and got to her feet.
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