by Null » Wed Jun 26, 2019 7:01 pm
"Right! I'm not going to stand here and be insulted," the boy grumbled.
"You know what? I AM going to enjoy my day out. I'll just arrange alternate transportation. I'd call for a black cab, but we're not in London. I'd call for an Uber, but you know, the expense. Plus, you want to be treated like you deserve to be treated, right? So let's give you a royal trip back home."
As he said this, Will was dwindling in size. The boy started smashing her head into the rest of her body, further compressing her into a more manageable shape.
Nicking a box from the nearby ice cream stand, the boy unceremoniously crammed Will inside, smashing and squishing her in order to get her all into it's rather small size.
"One trip via Royal Mail coming right up," the boy smirked, writing the address for Xaviers on it and pointedly not adding in any other details -- it'd be sent to general mail collection to be sorted, rather than being delivered directly to someone's room, so who knew where it would end up.
"I'm not sure if they collect the post today or tomorrow, but either way, enjoy your first-class trip!
Well, second-class. I'm low on stamps, you see; you understand right?"
The boy paused to listened to the muffled protest for a minute.
"Right, sounds good. Smell ya later," he grinned, dumping the box into the bright red postbox.
"You know, I think my day is looking up, after all."