Luckily (unluckily?) for Byleth, the full hold of childhood has not taken D completely. His body may have shrunk humiliatingly, but his mind is still the same edgy stoic. He hangs there like a kitten, face deadpan. His voice is just as soft, yet so much higher...]
Byleth.
[Which is all he says before Byleth starts trying to talk to the ants and hauling ass. Why must he suffer so embarrassingly? His whole body sways back and forth as Byleth runs along with the cape caught near the nape.]
More are coming on the right.
[He can see in the dark, but more than that, he can hear them skittering. Well, with both of them tiny, he can hear them stomping through the tunnels.]
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Luckily (unluckily?) for Byleth, the full hold of childhood has not taken D completely. His body may have shrunk humiliatingly, but his mind is still the same edgy stoic. He hangs there like a kitten, face deadpan. His voice is just as soft, yet so much higher...]
Byleth.
[Which is all he says before Byleth starts trying to talk to the ants and hauling ass. Why must he suffer so embarrassingly? His whole body sways back and forth as Byleth runs along with the cape caught near the nape.]
More are coming on the right.
[He can see in the dark, but more than that, he can hear them skittering. Well, with both of them tiny, he can hear them stomping through the tunnels.]