Giving in and voicetesting sob

[thepowerof]

Lady Mundane, I do not understand. What is the purpose of this realm? For what reason must you test your voice?

... Ah, a thousand pardons. However I see no reason for you to test my voice, either. You already have the Man of Iron as a companion and I have other battles to fight. Back home. Battles for which I need my voice. I cannot spare it for such trivial matters as playing with dinner.

[Even if Thor really doesn't see what playing with rolls has to do with the voice]

Allow me to pass, and we shall speak on this another time.

Comments

[growbug]

Whoa--!!

[GOTTA GET TINY! Pym shrinks out if Torunn's grio and tries to zoom away.]

You're not supposed to squish me! I'll tell Thor on you!

[forsooth]

[NO. COME BACK HERE, INSECT. She grabs for him- reflexes like a cat.]

You will do no such thing! I will squish and trample any who disrespect the name of Asgard and it's inhabitants!

[Except, you know. She's not really aiming to hurt or maim. Just rough up. A little.]

[growbug]

Noooo-- [Pym wriggles desperately and helplessly in her grasp, then dramatically collapses.]

You're a big jerk, Torunn.

[forsooth]

[Caught in a fist? Awyis. Except she's eventually flattening her hand out, using a thumb to ruffle his hair. A little strongly.]

I am not a jerk. He is Thor. ...Thor is my father, Pym.

[growbug]

['A little strongly' is just how Torunn rolls, so Pym sighs and relaxes, propping his chin up on one hand as he sprawls on his stomach.]

Well. That's good, right? You can say hi and everything!