mercy: alright these are all the organs we could salvage genji: cool thanks genji: dr. ziegler i need you to do me a favour mercy: of course genji, what is it? genji: ok can you go find my brother hanzo genji: you dont have to bring him in or kill him or anything just find him genji: find him and find out how tall he is genji: keep it in mind when you make my legs genji: because i need you to make me one inch taller than him genji: exactly ONE inch taller genji: just barely enough so you can TELL im taller than him genji: no more no less mercy: genji: please mercy: mercy, who has been working for 10 hours straight: mercy: [inhales deeply] mercy: [exhales slowly] mercy: [pinches bridge of nose] mercy: …aight dude
There’s this really pretty girl that’s a regular at my work and she always asks for me to make her drink and she calls me babe and I get so flustered every time like why is this beautiful goddess speaking to a mere mortal such as myself
Since Molly’s almost an entire foot shorter than Sherlock, I guarantee that if they were ever dating and got into a proper fight, Molly would not hesitate to stop, leave the room, come back with a chair and stand on it before continuing to shout at Sherlock with her hands on her hips.
It’s almost midnight and I can’t stop thinking about Bitty, tipsy and frustrated with how tall Holster is
There’s a Haus party
Bitty is taking a break from the dance floor when he and Holster bump into each other in the crowded living room.
Holster puts his arm around Bitty’s shoulder and leads them to an open space against the wall. “Better?”
“Thanks,” Bitty laughs. They’re out of the way of most the party goers but it’s still crowded and Bitty has to lean back to look up at Holster and, lord, he just goes up and up.
“Good lord,” Bitty mutters.
“What?” Holster shouts over the music, leaning down.
“You’re so,” Bitty knows how tall Holster is, obviously he knows, but now they’re so close and Holster is leaning down to talk to him and honestly that’s ridiculous, and hot, and also a little infuriating.
Bitty leans up on his toes, just a little, it’s definitely not on purpose, and tries not to sound too accusatory when he says, “You’re so TALL.”
“Well, yeah,” Holster laughs. And loud, Bitty thinks.
“You’re almost, ALMOST, an entire foot taller than me. Nine AND A HALF inches! Holster, that’s unacceptable. Adam,” Bitty reaches up to grab Holsters face to look at him properly. “Adam Birkholtz. How dare you.”
Liechtenstein is a very sweet girl that I like to spend my time with on occasion. And I may be the shortest but it’s hardly noticeable. I don’t spend a lot of time with other smaller nations though sadly. Because of France I tend to interact with mostly larger nations. I do try to stay in touch and say hello though.