[ asa closes her eyes, covers her face as purple as an eggplant, and wishes to never see the face of this boy again. she feels awful and beyond embarrassed for him— and feeling bad about stealing that man’s bike once really worked out. she managed to morph a pretty gnarly chainsaw bike, and yoru doesn’t forget that.
she catches his slacks in a swipe and feels pretty good about what asa’s feeling, so better try it out on this horrific laughing fool. ]
A poor boy’s Pumpgun Pants!
[ and behold: the pants legs flip and twist, fold into something solid in her hands, until the form and nozzle that takes place is a pump action rifle. with only one bullet for ammo.
not the strongest of the bunch, but she could deal with that.
now it’s time to approach, pump, load and— eventually, kablam. wetness, splattering, and the sickening thud of a body that goes flying. ]
no subject
she catches his slacks in a swipe and feels pretty good about what asa’s feeling, so better try it out on this horrific laughing fool. ]
A poor boy’s Pumpgun Pants!
[ and behold: the pants legs flip and twist, fold into something solid in her hands, until the form and nozzle that takes place is a pump action rifle. with only one bullet for ammo.
not the strongest of the bunch, but she could deal with that.
now it’s time to approach, pump, load and— eventually, kablam. wetness, splattering, and the sickening thud of a body that goes flying. ]