by Quinn Quartermain » Tue Sep 08, 2020 5:43 am
"Ah, yes, you've never had the joy of being my assistant before, have you? Here, let me give you a hand," he said, pulling a small mirror from his sleeves (fucking magicians, am I right?) and holding it up so Miriam could get a good look at herself.
She looked normal! That's fantastic. Well, assuming your definition of "normal" stretched to two long, grey, fuzzy and floppy rabbit ears sticking out of her head, some thin whiskers around her nose, and the hints of a cotton-ball tail emerging from her pants. And being about 18 inches tall and stuck in a cage. Normal!
"See, I think this is a straight improvement. You do have a tendency to rub people the wrong way, and this will really soften your image," he joked.